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This story is dedicated to Lisa (ukread) who is a fan of my Mother in law story whom I tried to thank but her email wasn’t any good.

Recently while visiting some acquaintances I have in the UK I decided to check out some of the local nightlife.

I stopped in a quaint little corner pub and had a couple of drinks and inquired where a Damn Yank might find a Pub with a pool table and was directed to a place just down the street.

Upon arriving at the new establishment I noticed there were a few more people in here than the other pub and the crowd looked quite diverse.

I went to the bar and ordered a beer and looked around to take the place and clientele in.

Just like back home there was the old guy on the end that had probably been there all day and others sitting and standing around talking and gaming.

After a couple of beers I asked the guys plying pool if they minded letting a Yank play too and they graciously invited me to join the competition.

I scanned the crowd again while awaiting my turn to play and noticed a woman at the bar that looked very seductive in her tight fitting dress and wondered why she was sitting alone.

Someone that good looking had to be waiting on someone, or maybe not?

After I started playing pool I noticed the woman at the bar was watching our game and I wondered what was going through her mind as she smiled at me when I caught her glance.

I nodded my head at her and continued with my game and unbelievably I won.

After beating a couple more guys in the bar the woman stepped over to the table and leaned in to ask if us boys would let a girl join in all our fun and we all readily agreed.

I still had control of the table when the mysterious woman came over to rack the balls and was glad my pool skills had held out so far.

As she leaned over the table to arrange the balls I noticed her cleavage in her low cut dress and found myself wondering what those breasts would look like completely exposed.

When she was finished I introduced myself and she told me her name was Lisa.

She then told me to take it easy on her that she wasn’t that good and as I looked her in the eyes I smiled and said that I bet she was real good.

She just giggled and we proceeded with the pool game.

She looked so good leaning over to shoot I couldn’t decide whether to be in front of her or behind her to see the material of her snug fitting dress stretched over her very nice ass.

I found myself wondering what her ass would look like without that dress and was startled when she told me it was my turn.

If I didn’t get my mind out of this woman’s clothes and back on my game I would end up losing.

I then thought that might not be a bad idea because then I could sit back and just watch her as she moved around the table.

I was ahead in the game but knew if I hit the eight ball just right that I would scratch leaving the beautiful Lisa at the table for me to admire.

The rest of the guys in the Pub either had the same idea as me or were as distracted by her beauty as I because they lost their games to her leaving her still in control of the table when my turn came up again.

While I was racking the balls I told her that she ataşehir escort wasn’t going to get off so easy this time and she smiled a wicked little smile and winked at me and said sometimes it happens easier than others, it just depended on the situation.

I knew exactly what she was talking about and I felt my face flush a little.

I’m not one to embarrass easily but to be in a foreign country playing pool with a beautiful woman in a tight dress that might just be coming on to me was a little dizzying.

I kept my mind on the game this time making some pretty unbelievable shots and when Lisa said she knew I let her win the last time I told her it was worth it just to watch her move around the table.

She smiled and thanked me and told me I looked pretty good around the table also.

After beating Lisa she took up a seat a one of the high setting pub tables close by the pool table, which just happened to be the table I had my beer at and continued watching us guys play pool.

When I went to get a sip of beer in between shots Lisa asked if it was okay that she was sitting at my table and I told her that it wasn’t my table but if it was up to me she could sit anywhere she wanted.

She gave me that wicked smile again and asked anywhere and I replied anywhere.

When I was on the other side of the table leaning over for my shot I glanced toward the table and noticed that Lisa had her legs open enough for me to see her fire red lace panties and this almost made me miscue.

It was becoming harder and harder to keep my mind on the game when Lisa told me she had to visit the loo.

All the guys watched and she crossed the pub toward the bathroom and I tried to get my mind back into the pool game.

Lisa returned and took her place at the table where she had been before.

The next time I was in position across from her I chanced another glance to get a peek at those sexy panties and to my surprise she had removed them on her little trip.

I damn near dropped my pool cue and when I looked higher she was just smiling at me and I shook my head a little and took my shot.

I missed the pocket completely and when I went to the table I leaned in and told Lisa she seemed to have lost something and she said so you did notice.

I told her that she was driving me crazy and she said she hadn’t done anything yet.

Needless to say I lost my pool game but wasn’t too upset because now I could sit and talk with Lisa without having to run back and forth to the pool table.

We sat and drank and chatted about the differences and similarities of our respective lives in totally different countries.

I grabbed every chance I could to go get ours drinks so when I was coming back to the table I could get a look at that beautiful exposed pussy peeking out from under Lisa’s short dress.

I finally asked Lisa if she was having fun teasing me and she asked me what made me think she was teasing and I almost fell off my stool.

After making arrangements to meet around the corner in a few minutes so the locals didn’t see her leaving with a stranger she hardly knew, I bid Lisa and the other acquaintances I had made a farewell and slipped out of the pub into avcılar escort the cool night air.

I went down the street and around the corner to see if Lisa would be along or if they were all back at the pub laughing at the Yank standing in the dim night shadows waiting on a fantasy that was not to come true.

After about 15 minutes I was ready to give up and stroll back to where I was staying when Lisa came quickly around the corner almost running head on into me.

She gasped and said I startled her and I laughed and said she should have known I be there per our arrangement.

She said she wasn’t sure if I was serious or not and I told her I was as serious as a heart attack.

I asked her what we were going to do now and she said anything we wanted and I told her that sounded good to me.

I held Lisa at arms length and admired her beauty and noticed that the cool night air had her nipples pressing against the material of her dress that was trying to keep them corralled.

I smiled at her and glancing at her chest I commented that it looked like someone was excited to see me, and she leaned in and kissed me.

As our tongues dueled each other she reached down and rubbed my hardening cock through my jeans.

When our mouths parted she said it felt like someone was excited to see her also and I told her she was absolutely right.

I asked her if she thought we should move off the public street and she said at that time of night nobody would be in that area moving around and that it was exciting to think someone could catch us.

I pressed my body against hers and felt her hard nipples press into my chest and as we devoured each other with our mouths I reached under her dress and felt her pussy.

She was hotter than hell and dripping wet and as I pressed my hand into the soft lips of her pussy she moaned into my mouth and I felt my cock becoming even harder.

When our lips parted she took me by the hand and told me to follow her, which I did very closely with my other hand under her dress with my fingertips snug between the cheeks of her sweet ass.

I asked her where we were going and she said a more private public place and I noticed a paved path up ahead that led into a woods.

Lisa told me that this was called a glen and this was a walking path through to the other side.

She said it should be private but at the same time public so it would still be thrilling and I told her at this point I would do her back in the bar in front of everyone.

Before long we came upon a resting bench at the side of the path and this is where we stopped and Lisa turned to me and said here we are.

I was so horny I was ready to tear her dress off and fuck her standing up but before I could make a move she had reached down and undid my jeans and was playing with my cock.

The cool night air mixed with the heat from her hands was driving me crazy and then I felt her wet lips surround me and take me into her mouth.

As she sucked me off I ran my hands through her hair and just enjoyed the sensations she was creating with her very talented tongue.

I knew I couldn’t take much more of this so I pulled Lisa to her feet and as soon as she avrupa yakası escort was standing I reached down and lifted her dress off over her head and tossed it toward the concrete bench.

She now stood totally naked in front of me and in the dim light of the moon I could see her full beautiful breasts and well trimmed pussy.

The night air and the situation had her nipples hard enough to snap off so being the gentleman I am I warmed them with my mouth.

Lisa was so hot she was about to rub the skin off my shaved head and dislodge my ears when I decided I couldn’t wait any longer so I laid her down on the concrete bench and began to lick her inner thighs and outer pussy lips.

The cold concrete on her back and the hot tongue on her pussy had Lisa moaning and squirming around so much I thought she was going to fall off the bench.

I continued to tease her clit and lick her pussy until her juices were running down into the crack of her ass, which is where I next proceeded to lick.

I licked gently over her asshole listening to the coo’s coming from her throat then I rammed my tongue into her hot ass until my nose was buried in her dripping pussy and she squealed loud enough to be heard clear back at the bar.

She breathlessly told me that she couldn’t stand it anymore and she wanted me to fuck her hard and do it now.

I pulled my shirt off and quickly dispensed with my pants and pressed my body down onto Lisa’s and buried my tongue into her mouth.

As we tongued each other I moved my hips around until I felt the head of my cock at her soaking pussy lips and with one upward motion I was buried to my balls inside this beautiful foreigner and it felt wonderful.

When I started to fuck in and out of her she began to thrash around and moan loudly so I pressed my mouth to hers again and captured her moans.

She was so hot and thrashing so hard I thought she would bruise her back on the hard bench but this didn’t seem to slow her rhythm at all and soon she was squealing that she was cumming and I pounded her pussy for all I was worth.

Unbelievably I hadn’t cum yet so I pulled Lisa from the bench and lay down on my back and told her it was her turn to go for a ride.

She straddled me and guided my cock into her waiting pussy and slid down the entire length until her swollen clit was pressing into my pubic hair.

Lisa ground her clit into my pelvis and rocked her hips back and forth and it wasn’t long before she was cumming again and this time I felt the throbbing in my cock as I spewed my load deep inside her pussy painting the inside walls a beautiful shade of white.

Lisa kept riding me until she had totally drained me and I could feel our mixed juices running down my balls and into the crack of my ass.

Lisa lay down on top of me pressing her breasts into my chest and gently kissed me on the lips.

She whispered that she really needed to get going but wanted to know if I was going to be at the pub the next night so we could play some darts and see how that turned out.

I told her I was ready to move into that pub and as long as I was in the UK there was nowhere else I’d be each evening.

After we dressed Lisa gave me a passionate kiss and a slight nibble on my tongue and said she would see me later.

Watching that beautiful ass wiggle away under that dress almost made me hard again.

I headed the opposite way out of the Glen and toward where I was staying with a big smile on my face and the hopes of finding Lisa at the pub the next night.

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Curiously, I don’t think I’d have seen her if the night had been brighter. The streetlights gave out an orange glow that seemed to flicker and glimmer on the pavement in the light rain. There were strange, hazy reflections. It was about ten o’clock and I was walking home quickly, trying to escape the chilling rain. After a difficult shift at the nursing home, where I work to pay off my tuition fees, I was exhausted, and daydreaming about owning a car. In the rich area of town I was walking through now, the streets seemed deserted. There is something about Sunday evening that keeps everybody inside. To my left were the homes of university professors and the like. To my right was the university history building, where I study. That was where I saw her.

Looking back, it was a surprise that I noticed her. I’m not normally that astute. I saw the streetlight reflected in her glasses, and I suppose I realised that reflections shouldn’t shine out of bushes. Before I understood why I was doing so, however, I had jumped over the low stone wall that separated the history garden from the street, and was kneeling beside her. My first reaction was amazement; not only had I come across someone hiding in the bushes, at night in November, but I recognised her. The pitiful figure was my history tutor. My second reaction was concern; she was evidently freezing and petrified. Clearly, I had to help her before I could stop to wonder about why she was in this state. I plucked my mobile from my pocket, and phoned my housemate. Imploring him not to ask any questions, or waste any time, I asked him to drive to the history department and give me a lift home with my friend. To his everlasting credit, he did as I asked.

Kneeling beside her again, on the wet dirt, I took off my raincoat and placed it over her thin fleece. She looked up, and recognised me. I’m not sure she knew precisely who I was, but she knew she knew me, if you follow. I hastened to reassure her,
“Don’t worry, I’m not going to harm you. I’m going to take you home and give you warm clothes and a cup of tea.”
Hearing my own voice, I was amazed. Coming out with this soap-opera schmaltz, and acting as though I had a coherent plan. I didn’t have a clue, but being English, I knew that a cup of tea would be part of the solution.
“Are you hurt?” I asked, casting about for a clue. She shook her head. So far, she hadn’t said a word. I decided not to ask any more questions. I wasn’t sure if I would get an answer I wanted, or could cope with. I mean, I had my own life.

I stood up as I heard a car approach. Already I was frozen, my thin cotton uniform already useless against the wet. Inwardly, I cursed my selfishness. My housemate got out of his car, looked around, evidently confused. I bent over my stricken teacher.
“Can you walk?” She nodded, and stood up, unsteadily. After taking a forward step, she toppled, and would have fallen, but I grabbed her arm. I assumed it was the cold, and the sudden movement. Then I realised she was wearing high, thin heels that were useless on this ground. She was also in a light skirt that finished just above the knee, and showed her calves to be blue with cold. I lifted her arm, placed it across my shoulders, and walked towards the car. Placing her gently in the back gebze escort of it, I climbed in beside her, and told my housemate to turn the heat up, and get home fast. It didn’t take long. After getting her into the house, I realised that we had reached the end of my plans. My housemate, diplomatically, had muttered something about the pub, and headed for the door. I looked at my bed. She had half collapsed onto the side of it, still shivering violently. I decided on a course of action. I pulled my sleeping bag down from the top of my wardrobe, and spread it out below my duvet, then grabbed my second pair of pyjamas, which were, fortunately, clean, and placed them beside her.

“We have to get you warm,” I said, lacking anything truly insightful. “Take those clothes off and dry yourself on my towel. Stick those on and get into bed. I’m going to go and make you some cocoa.”

While I was downstairs, I thought through what I knew about my tutor. There wasn’t much, really. She was new to the department. Young, too, for a lecturer. I thought of her as an intensely private person. Some lecturers tell you a great deal about their private lives, but I had gleaned relatively little about her. There was no ring on her finger, and she hadn’t mentioned a man, or children, or anything of that sort. Her classes were ordinary; she was clearly very bright and knowledgeable, but not pushy. She gave the impression of being quite shy, with very little to say. This impression was strengthened by her physical appearance. She was short, very fine-boned and with mousy coloured hair. The sort of bookish woman, in other words, that most people would lose in a crowd. Yet there was something about her that attracted me intensely, something to do with the unknown, and the sense of the wild lurking beneath the demure. That, I decided as I carried the cocoa upstairs, with a mars bar I had stolen from another absent housemate, constituted no useful information at all under the current circumstances.

When I returned to my room, she was curled up inside my sleeping bag. I was struck again by how frail she appeared, and I wondered whether a desire to protect her was a reason she attracted me so much. She smiled again, and spoke for the first time.
“I was hopeless before you arrived, and getting desperate. I needed someone to help me, and you did.”
I half-shrugged, and smiled myself, embarrassed. I handed her the mug, and the plate with the chopped mars bar on it. She ate and drank hungrily, and I watched in silence as the colour returned to her cheeks. She must have seen my concern, because she spoke suddenly, startling me slightly.
“You don’t have to worry. You’ve saved me, and I’m sure I’ll be fine now. I feel much better already.”
“Don’t rush things,” I replied “you were blue with cold. I think you should have a hot shower and then sleep here tonight.” She agreed, and after finishing her drink, I showed her the shower. Returning to bed, she was asleep very quickly. I slept on the floor, covered by a rug, waking often to check on her.

By nine, I had given up on getting proper sleep, and after showering and dressing, I took a tray of breakfast to her. Opening the door woke her, and she sat up as I opened göztepe escort the curtains. The bright, sunny morning made last night’s events seem like a dream. Looking at my teacher, eyes bright, alert, it was harder still to believe what had happened. She was sipping her orange juice, and looking at me quizzically.
“Aren’t you going to ask what happened?” she asked “Why I was hiding in a bush, blue with cold.”
“I assumed you would tell me if you wanted me to know.” She gave me a look, half amused, half analytical. I waited.
“It isn’t much of a story. I was going on a date. A second date. Stupidly, I said he should meet me in my office. He turned up drunk, and when I asked him to leave, he wouldn’t. I panicked, and started to run away. He came after me, shouting. No-one else was in the department, so I kept running, and after I got outside I slipped and fell on those damn shoes, and crawled into the bush where you found me. He walked around, shouting threats. I didn’t dare leave, and I suppose I had been there for over an hour when you came along. I hadn’t known that you really could be paralysed by fear before then.” I said nothing, analysing this information. I hadn’t expected it to be this easy. She really did seem to be happier this morning. For the first time, I let myself look at her. She was sitting up in bed, her hair curled slightly after drying overnight. Something about the sight of her in my pyjamas aroused me wildly. I was beginning to see why medieval knights bothered with damsels in distress; it was mutually beneficial. We talked as she ate, discussing my course, her arrival at the university, anything except the night before. As we talked, we flirted. I think the fact that I knew it was wrong, that I was taking advantage of her gratitude and our enforced intimacy made this even more arousing. Suddenly, she leant forward, over her tray, placed a hand on each of my cheeks, and kissed me passionately.

I honestly didn’t know how to react. Before I had moved, she had put the tray on the floor and reached for me again, pulling my head down to hers as she lay back on the bed. She spoke softly, but urgently.
“I know this is wrong. If you need a reason, think of this as restoring my faith in good men, and as a thank you. I don’t have a reason. I don’t want a reason. I want this to be wrong, but I want it to be now, and I want you.” It wasn’t the most original dialogue, but it had the desired effect. My attempts to subdue my arousal were defeated, I was no longer in any doubt as to how to react. I lay down beside her on my bed, and wrapped my arms around her tiny waist, pulling her close to me, almost in a bear hug. She threaded her hand between two of my buttons and let it rest on my chest, and we kissed for a second time, long and deeply. I was amazed by this sudden change in her, her confidence. It was an enormous turn on, but I was determined be in charge, to dominate her.

Pulling away from her kiss, I turned her onto her back, and began to kiss her stomach, running my fingers through the soft dark fuzz below her navel. She almost purred with gentle pleasure, and began to moan more audibly as my kisses moved up her body towards her breasts. I stopped lifting the pyjama halkalı escort t-shirt just below her breasts, and moved my hand outside the fabric before I ran my fingers across her chest, watching her nipples grow hard through the t-shirt. I began to kiss around and over her nipple as I slipped a hand under the cloth and began to stroke her breasts. She gasped at this combination of sensations, and I quickly pulled the shirt over her breasts before continuing to suckle. She pulled the shirt off and reached for my chest, slowly unbuttoning my shirt. Her long fingernails scratched my chest, a sensation that I felt throughout my body, covering me with goose-bumps. I began to suck her nipples more rapidly, and as she removed my shirt, I ran a hand over her abdomen and slipped a single finger under the drawstring of my shorts, loose around her petite figure.

I ran my finger along the line of the top of the shorts, and she arched her back slightly, trying to move my finger down her body. My lips left her chest, and I began to kiss her collar bone, the line of her jaw, her neck, before I started to gently nibble her ear-lobe. It was clear that she was aroused too. She ground her body underneath mine, and pulled my belt off, before rapidly unbuttoning my trousers. Lifting a leg, she gently pulled my trousers down to my ankles, and began stroking my inner thigh, teasingly, moving closer to my throbbing cock with each upward stroke, but never quite reaching. The anticipation was driving me wild, and I ran my hand along the line inside her hip, before squeezing her lips together and pulling them gently apart. I watched her face as her eyes widened with this sudden contact. Her mouth was pulled into a small “o” as she breathed raggedly, quickly. I placed a finger between her lips, rubbing the top of her vagina, before I slipped a finger inside her.

She rocked forward slightly, moving sensuously, driven almost unconsciously to increase her pleasure. There was a passion in that bed that I had never experienced before, a raw urgency, a need for mutual physical release. I began circling her clitoris with my wet finger, and as she pressed her body into my hand, I pressed harder. Her breathing became more rapid, her face darkened, and she shut her eyes tightly. Suddenly her breathing stopped, and her entire body tensed, I felt her lift from the mattress as she forced herself onto my finger. She remained tense for several seconds before she let out a shuddering sigh, and relaxed back onto the bed. She lay breathing heavily, and I moved my hand back across her stomach, and once more gently stroked her breasts.

She was not entirely still, however. Her right hand remained clamped tightly around my rod, forgotten by both of us through her immense orgasm. Now she began to move her hand, slowly at first but rapidly becoming more rapid. As I knelt above her, she reached up and licked my chest, her tongue seeking my nipple. I love to have my nipples sucked, and this, coupled with the fast and expert hand-job I was receiving, meant that I was rapidly reaching the peak of my arousal. I looked down, and saw her tiny, perfect body, her face close to my chest, my balls brushing her breasts. Almost involuntarily, I began bucking at the hip, and I my orgasm brewing. I came explosively, and with a power I had rarely experienced. We knew that there would be no further meetings. We had known from the start it was wrong. The urgency, electricity and intensity of our lone sexual encounter reflected this desperation. We lay back together, a final few moments together before the university reabsorbed us, and life continued as before.

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The bare expanse of her back was absolutely fabulous. Many a man in that room felt the impulse to reach out and feel the soft, silky, sensuous inviting skin.

Aruna had shifted overseas along with her husband who worked in an IT firm and had come visiting for a family function. The banquet room was milling with all manners of relatives and friends, male and female, old and young.

But none was so daringly dressed or as beautiful or as sexy as Aruna.

“Such a simple and naïve girl she was when she was here! Look at her now!” wondered an aunt. She was the same girl who knew nothing of anything- including sex and sexuality – to the point that the same aunt, along with her mother and others had worried: ‘what would happen to this girl?’

Unknown to them, Aruna had learned everything on the lap of her ‘daddy-uncle’ – Uncle Sudhir. She continued to sit on his lap like she did as a baby girl all through the years. Finally when she was about to get married she crossed the line.

Uncle and niece fucked. He took her virginity. She luxuriated in the sense of lust and experimented on his lap. Finally, she got married and learned more about sex with her overeager and totally inexperienced husband. She realized that Uncle Sudhir was the real thing. Then she came back to him and teased and fucked him one last time before they left for overseas.

Her taut young body, those pert breasts and the excitement of innocence mixed with naughtiness never left Sudhir’s mind. But the niece-turned-minx was gone. He saw her from across the room and noted that Aruna was more woman like than before. She had not noticed him yet. Perhaps she did not remember. That, though seemed unlikely given the vigorous and intensely pleasurable sex they had together.

Aruna was of course looking to spot her ‘daddy-uncle’ but she was sure she would bump into him if she just went around completing her rounds of “hi”s and Hellos”s.

Some of the male cousins lingered around her, especially the younger unmarried ones. She didn’t smell of perfume that any one of them had smelled before. It seemed like the perfume of her body and that conjured up intoxicating visions in the minds of the uninitiated.

The back of her blouse had just two tethers, one up near the neck and the other at the absolute bottom, giving them large expanses of her bare back to feast their eyes on. The front of her blouse was just as minimalist with just two triangular panels of cloth designed to contain her breasts – just enough. Not to cover, not to support – but just to hold and provide a modicum of modesty for a family occasion. Otherwise, in shape, cut and contours it left nothing to imagination.

As she leaned forward to talk to the elders sitting down, the blouse slung forward. Her luscious mango-breasts bulged and the sides of those slopes those men longed to lick and taste that delectable flesh which was pressed outward from the sides of that insufficient cover provided by her blouse.

And lean she did. While her chiffon saree was bunched to cover the most open parts of her breasts she managed it depending on whom she was leaning to talk to.

When amidst the conservative -which is not the same as older- she wrapped herself with the upper part of the saree. Her back was covered and that part which ran across her breasts was folded so that nothing – or not much – could be seen through the gauze-like chiffon.

But when she was amidst those who were easy to get along with, or those who she was bold enough to tease, the saree drape slipped as if magically and unintended. Her deep cleavage and the tops and sides of her breasts were open for them.

If any old enough uncle (mama) had the gaze and the guts he could have seen her nipples gently pressed against the blouse, too, seen from the correct angle. She allowed cousins unfettered access to look down the blouse if they were standing next to her.

And then there was the waist. The front of her saree dipped below the gentle curve of her tummy, exposing navel and more flesh. When she laughed her stomach rippled and one old man imagined that ripple being caused by the workings of his tongue. In fact, when she reached across to place back her drink glass on a tray that was too far away, he watched with bated breath as the dressed dipped and the torso stretched out – and he imagined he saw the top of her pubic hairline. But he could not be sure.

The saree barely seemed to cling to her hips. Some of the more virile men wanted to hold that curve and pull her in to him. Others just watched that gentle roll of flesh bounced as she walked.

But the real action was her ass. She wore heels and she tied her saree such that her ass jutted out prominently. It rolled as she walked inviting looks, comments and lust.

“She looks like a tart!” commented an aunt only to be told by her husband that she was jealous she never had those looks. As she walked past some of the seated men an older man she knew to be a tease asked loudly, atakent escort “Is that our Aruna who has grown so big? She used to be small and sit on my lap!” he said, slapping his thigh.

He had been eyeing her sexy, rolling ass, that being his weak point. “Ass man more than a tits man!” he had confessed to his shocked wife when they were newly wed and he first took her doggy style.

“I still can sit on your lap!” announced Aruna as her drinks finally hit her. She sat on his thigh, sideways as little girls do. The gaggle of admirers that went around with her formed a semi circle around her as always. But this grand uncle on whose lap she sat was to her left and the group of men and women was on her right. Those people met each other regularly. She was the one who was the curiosity. After her marriage she had relocated overseas soon after and was returning only now after a couple of years.

A cousin brought her a refill of drink which she gratefully accepted in her right hand. Her left hand dropped to the space between the granduncle’s thighs.

“How are things over there? Do you cook? How have you managed to maintain yourself? I am told there is no help and you have to do everything yourself?” These were the typical questions she faced.

“Do you remember those days when you used to sit on my thigh and I used to swing you up and down?” asked granduncle.

“Yes, mama!” she crooned, hand on his cheek and face close to his. She allowed her saree to slip strategically. Granduncle watched that exposed bosom. Without doubt he was still an ‘ass man’ but her breasts were beautifully swollen, delicately exposed and tantalizingly close. He felt a stirring in his groin which he had not for years. As his cock leaped with a renewed supply of blood, she felt for him.

Whatever his age could not achieve, her hand achieved. She searched for and found his semi-erect cock. Fingers splayed she trapped the head between her thumb and forefinger. Her wrist was turned over towards him. She pressed the soft head and it plopped out of her fingers. When she did that again, it was harder erect and didn’t plop that easily. A few more plops later she could not make him plop- he was rock hard.

Granduncle gagged in pleasure as he felt an erection that he had long thought he was incapable of. He put his right arm around her shoulder so that the brazen action by Aruna was as unnoticed as possible. She felt a wetness in her fingers as his precum leaked through.

She could not do more. She had teased him enough. She let go and stood up leaving granduncle gasping for more. That would teach him about the little girl that sat on his lap!

Sudhir was not a ‘anything’ man. He went for what he fancied in a given woman. And all evening his eyes were fixed on the way that ass of Aruna’s held up. With those heels, when she leaned forward, they jutted out ever more, asking to be taken. At one point she spread her legs wide while leaning and he felt his erection go uncomfortably hard in the restraint of his underclothes.

He remembered the last time he had sunk into the hot bubbling cauldron that lay behind that layer of chiffon, between those legs, between those soft now-plump buttocks. She had bulked up just right in the correct places and was just lusciously rounded. Marriage and fucking seemed to have done that to her.

The music started and bodies started swaying as those inclined to dance shifted to one end of the hall. Others gave reproachful looks at the decline in ‘cultural standards’. And those who had grown older but had not had the chance to get close to a variety of women also stepped into the melee.

It was packed with jostling, moist bodies. In the encouraging rhythm of Bollywood beats, more barriers fell and gents and ladies, mamas and maamis, youngsters, all came a lot closer. The women let their guard drop, as did dupattas (a kind of stole covering the upper bodies), saree pallos (that part of the saree covering the upper body) and cleavages were bared.

Aruna sipped from her glass as she moved and – some said intentionally – accidentally spilled some drink from her lips. It flowed down her chin and mischievously ran down her chest. She looked down and pulled the blouse forward to the liquid to race down and not stain the delicate fabric.

Her cousin who was dancing with her could not help saying, “Ooh, my!” as she watched the skin glitter, the bosom heave. For a moment she felt like licking the moisture on Aruna’s chest and throat and chin and up to those lips, which were now curved in a naughty smile crowned by a sparkling smile.

Aruna moved closer to her and briefly their breasts pressed. She let her hand drop to the other woman’s hips and spontaneously they ground out towards each other in rhythm. It was heady.

Aruna laughed and moved off to one of her admirers of the opposite sex. “Come!” she invited him. “You want to try that?” she asked. She was tantalizingly close and they ataköy escort could smell each other. She made the same move, the grind routine and allowed him to come as close as needed to let him imagine he felt her pubis. He wasn’t sure but by the time the next grind came around she was gone, having felt his erection rub against her now moist lips.

A heady mix of drink and rhythm, the close proximity to men who she was comfortable with and their open admiration of her caused her to get even more aroused and bold.

She was not alone. Every one was like that now. Just that she had already titillated all those who had been watching her through the evening and some of them were on fire. She whetted their appetite and as the hunger in her loins surged, she looked harder for her Sudhir Uncle, her ‘daddy-uncle’, and the master lover.

She was now dancing with one of the mamas (old uncles) who was mimicking a move he had seen on TV on a late night song program (Midnight Masala) where they played raunchy numbers. The elder was nearly half down on his haunches and lips were close to her tummy. She was moving in rhythm as is smearing her pussy on all of his body.

And yet her eyes were searching for her ultimate man, the strong, well-muscled and virile Sudhir uncle. That is what caused her to lose sight of other movements on the crushed dance floor and her drink was jolted, this time causing quite a spill, a spray hitting the face of the older uncle who was kind-of between her legs, gyrating. As the liquid flowed down he put his hand on her back and pulled her close enough to lick the fluid off.

She let him do that in the spontaneity of the moment. But she also needed touch. Her skin shivered as the warm tongue plied on her skin just below her breasts. But if she was going to save her saree she needed to rush to the washroom.

Just as she pushed the door to the rest room open, her blouse fell forward and down, unfettered. Aruna just about managed to hold the front panels to her chest. It could not have come undone on its own! Whose sense of misplaced humor was this? She turned around, temper rising and she gasped as she saw it was her Sudhir Uncle.

As she had broken away from the crowd, so had Sudhir. Just a few steps behind her, he had made his move- he reached out and held the cord of the upper tether to her flimsy blouse. As she walked away it had come undone.

Now her face went beet red and she could feel the flush spread to the roots of her hair, her chest and shot like bolts of electricity to the tips of her nipples as they shot to a ramrod-stiff erectness.

Her Sudhir Uncle was magnificent. Towering over her, broad and strong, with a horizontal smear of sandalwood paste on his forehead that seemed to illuminate his face. Muscular arms, broad chest and he was wearing the traditional mundu – a sarong that men wear in that part of India.

He stepped forward and so close that she had to step back and they were suddenly inside the rest room, alone. It was a small one for one person’s use. Not like the large one near the main lobby which had many cubicles. This was nearer the banquet hall of the hotel.

He swiveled her around to face the mirror and stood behind her. He was tantalizingly close to her. They could smell and feel the sexy-hot, sweaty presence of one another.

Ever so gently he held her arms and brought them to her sides, fingers interlaced. The blouse panels fell. She stood exposed to him. In the mirror he saw that her beautiful breasts had more body and bounce than before. She was fully a woman now. Those lovely nipples on which he had feasted before, were desperately asking to be sucked again.

She looked at him devouring her with his eyes and she felt a twinge, a pulse, then a rich flow between her legs. She was ready for him, to be taken. Then his eyes came to her eyes.

“Enda, moley,” he asked softly. (How are you?)

She nodded without saying a word. Her throat was choked with desire and feeling. Sudhir’s hands left hers and slowly, palms on the sides of her legs, feeling her, he drew up, inch by inch, her clothes. Their eyes were on one another; sometimes meeting, sometimes his eyes roamed her body. When he looked at her, she looked at herself, too. And somehow she seemed and felt sexier with his eyes on her.

All the playful flirtatiousness of the evening and the resultant arousal felt pale in comparison to what Sudhir did to her with just his eyes.

When she felt a waft of cool air on her buttocks she came back to the reality of the situation. She was half opened out in a space in to which anyone could enter with her uncle.

“Not here,” she barely whispered. “Anyone could come in.”

“I have it locked,” he lied. She didn’t bother to counter what he said though she knew he didn’t have time to do that yet. The desire rushing through her body was overwhelming. Sudhir merely moved his foot to the base of the door to jam it and prevent atalar escort anyone from pushing it open without his noticing.

She had her heels on. That lovely, fuller rump was jutting out. Sudhir’s palm closed on the hot furnace between her legs and a finger slipped in front of the panties. Not inside her but across – in from one side and out the other.

His finger felt the soft silky panty as he moved it up and down. Down as far as the panties would allow him and up till he crossed her pussy and the finger came up above the panty waistband.

A few more times and she was shivering and he knew she would not protest the tearing asunder of that flimsy obstacle. The finger traced to the waist side where the panties were thinnest and he proceeded to twist the thin fabric. It wedged between her pussy lips, massaging her there. And Sudhir made it do more of that.

She shivered.

“Stop,” she said, trying to grip his hand. That was when he flexed his muscles and it came away in his hands. He brought it to his lips and smelled her. She was ready for her uncle.

Reaching under her he cupped her pubis and pulled her body back so that she leaned forward, hands resting on the washbasin counter.

“We cant!” she moaned, pressing and grinding into his palm which came up from under her, fingers pointing upward.

“Why?” he asked.

“I am trying to get pregnant. Its two years and its not happening. Something is the matter,” she confessed.

“Good,” he replied. “Let’s sort it tonight.”

The blouse fell in to the damp basin. It was going to get ruined and she would haven nothing to wear. Grabbed the tethers and held it between her teeth, and tried to wiggle out of his grip. Her breasts were now covered.

Her fingers gripped the marble top and she held the blouse tethers in her mouth and leaned forward, shaking her head in disbelief, denial – she wanted to stop him and she wanted him, too.

Sudhir dropped his mundu and holding her hips tried to feel his way through to her cunt with his cock. Aruna gasped with pleasure as she felt the strong thick cock against her ass. She relished its dimensions! Life was unfair – her husband’s cock was a total compromise compared to this. Despite enjoying sex with him, these moments showed her the gross difference.

The cock rubbed, grazed and at times was parallel to her cunt. The only time when it was about to penetrate anywhere was when Sudhir snagged on the sphincter of her anal passage.

“Do you want to take me there?” gasped Aruna. As she spoke her breasts lay bare as the blouse fell again. “I can. I have. I know how to. And it is as pleasurable and I wont get pregnant,” she said.

“No,” said Sudhir firmly. He wanted that soft, hot, wet sheath gripping his cock as he sank in to her womb.

“What do you want daddy-uncle?” groaned poor Aruna, weak with desire.

She bent forward more, reached under with one hand and guided his cock to its target of desire. “Now,” she said urgency in her voice. She had to quickly put her hand back on the marble top to prepare for the oncoming assault.

He gritted his teeth as he made the penetration. Juices poured onto his pillar and both of them moaned in unison as he sank into her, slowly, till his muscled abdomen slapped against her ass.

“Uncle!” cried out Aruna in delight.

“My love,” he shivered, his own pleasure overcoming him. They lingered, feeling each other.

“I missed this,” they said together. She smiled at him in the mirror looking up. Reaching up behind she undid the knot of hair tossed her head. Long locks cascaded down on her back. “For you,” she murmured knowing he liked long, thick hair.

Then she reached under to hold the tethers of the blouse in her teeth to save her it from definite ruin. “Don’t!” he stopped her.

“But my blouse,” she complained.

“Never mind that,” he said gruffly, fucking her once hard for effect. She shuddered and shivered at the effect of his sexuality on her.

“But.” she began when he cut her off. “I want to see those beauties,” he insisted.

Her breasts. Beautiful mounds of flesh topped by delightful teats, for him to milk. He knew her nipples to be trigger points for twinges of pleasure in her cunt from their fucking in the past. Back then when he had fucked her first here mangoes were like totapuris: saucer shaped with upwards points to the nipples. Those totapuris were now more like mulgovas. Full, more rounded, heavy and nipples less protruding, softened in their highlight by the heft of those mounds.

His mouth watered. She was very much a woman. He had fucked an imp of a girl the first time around. He was now tasting a delicious, sumptuous woman.

She looked down at what he had called beauties. They hung, ripe and ready to be taken. Those nipples ached now that he had said he wanted to see them. She looked back up at him in the mirror. She wiggled her hips and spread out a bit more readying for what she knew was coming.

She marveled and how measured she had been in being able to wait while her cunt swallowed his cock. Her impatient assault on him before had given way to the sexuality of a gourmand. His fucking commenced with slow long strokes, savoring the texture that was uniquely Aruna.

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Roger and Hailey knew each other since they were 17 years old. They never really knew each other, in the true sense of the word. They were always aware of each other. They went their separate paths, but their paths met. Many times. Sometimes against all odds, sometimes quite unplanned. You couldn’t say they were in love, but you could say they shared a bond. They took a long while to discover this chemistry. When they finally found it, it was unmistakable. This is the story of Roger and Hailey, what they shared and what they did not.

Let me start from the very beginning.

Roger and Hailey went to the same high school.

Roger was a handsome guy with a smile that skipped many heartbeats. He always seemed to make an attempt to keep a low profile, which was not really possible for someone like him.

Hailey was a book worm with an added dose of shyness. She kept to herself and hoped to pass through the day unnoticed, which was very possible for someone like her.

Roger had the attention of all the girls around. Hailey had the attention of all the professors around.

Roger had a girlfriend, the best looking girl in class. Hailey had a crush on a professor, the crass dude who paid no attention to her. Hailey always thought Roger was good looking, but it did not cross her mind to consider dating him. He was out of her league. They barely ever spoke to each other.

They graduated from school and went to different universities.

Roger had a steady line of girlfriends. His friends wished they were like him. For a hot looking teenager, Roger was a good guy. He was true and honest in his relationships. He knew to not hurt women if he could help it. He knew to say the right thing if it occurred to him. Above all, he knew he could have whoever he wanted. His type of woman was sweet, beautiful and naughty in a non obvious way.

Hailey did not think about dating anyone for the first two years of college. She did not find anyone wanting to, either. But slowly things changed for her. She noticed guys who were just friends, wanting to have something more. Guys had always found it easy to talk to her but this was not the same. Something had changed about her. She grew confident in this knowledge that other guys wanted her. She had multiple boyfriends, some serious, some passing flings. In all this, her shyness never left her. She never let her guard down and was always clear the relationships would end once she left college. Her type of guy was cute; though not particularly handsome, he was flirtatious.

Not once did Roger and Hailey think about each other in the four years of college. This was about to change. A high school re union for their class was announced by the alumni head. It was to take place just after Hailey’s graduation week.

Hailey looked forward to the meeting. It brought back memories of his enchanting smile. For Roger, nothing. He was just going to catch up with some people he used to know. Hailey took care to dress well. She was 21 and not very aware of the current trends. But she knew what guys liked about her. She chose a pink lycra T shirt that stuck to her breasts like second skin. She had a curvaceous body. She wished her breasts were bigger, and her butt was smaller. But most guys who knew her, wanted exactly what she had. She matched the t shirt with a pair of dark blue jeans that she was convinced were made just for her.

She told herself it was not for Roger, she only wanted to look good in front of her school friends. They haramidere escort were supposed to meet in a café. Only eight of them had turned up. Hailey tried not to gawk at Roger. He had the same boyish looks that made her want to reach across the table and touch his lips. Later on, when she played the meeting over in her head, she did not remember a single word of what was spoken. Not for the first time, she wished she had the looks to even think of wanting someone like him. She knew she wasn’t in love with him, it was only an attraction, but she had noticed something that evening. The more she thought about it, the more certain she was. She had caught Roger stealing glances at her T-shirt. He had a look of surprise mingled with a look of regret. She wished desperately she could ask him what it meant.

Not long after they met, one evening, Roger messaged to ask if she wanted to go on a midnight drive. The strangest thing was that the request did not seem strange at all. She said yes. Roger picked her up. In the middle of the night, in the city of lights, they drove around and spoke easily about their life in general. They exchanged their growing up adventures, the first time they got drunk, the first time they kissed someone, the first time they got laid. Roger pulled over after a while, at a place where night souls usually stopped to catch a bite to eat or to simply sit by the river and smell in the breeze.

They looked at the river and the lights lining the barricade for a while. They were both trying hard to fill the awkward silence. Hailey turned to look at Roger. He was staring intently at the light twinkling on the surface of the water. She looked away with a smile on her face. Roger turned to look at her, in time to see her smile. He leaned towards her instinctively and checked himself just in time. Hailey needed to do something to calm down the rise and fall of her chest. She was sure he could hear her heart thudding. She started talking about the latest movie in town and how much she loved it. Roger said something in return. They weren’t listening to each other anymore though. Roger was looking at her lips, seemingly to follow the conversation. Hailey was looking into his eyes, trying to sense what he was thinking. All the while they were talking. There were two conversations in parallel, one with the words they were saying, and one with the words they were trying not to say. Both of them followed both the conversations.

Without warning, Hailey put her hand on Roger’s hair and began to run her fingers through them. She continued talking non chalantly. She could see him wanting to give in and close his eyes. Instead, he said ‘stop’. Hailey was disappointed, she mouthed a ‘why’. Roger said, slowly,

‘Because I will not be able to control myself’

‘From doing what?’

‘This…’

He touched her cheek and pulled her face close to his.

He put his lips on hers, just let them stay there for a while. He waited to see Hailey’s reaction. She moved forward and pressed onto his lips.

Roger put his other hand on her waist. She let a moan out. Hailey put her hand on his back, clawed up to his neck and pulled him close. He slid his hand up and touched her breasts lightly. She sighed, looked into his eyes and smiled her seductive smile that left no doubt about how much she wanted him. He suddenly let go of her and said

‘I never asked. Are you seeing someone?’

‘Yes. And you?’

‘Yes.’

They içerenköy escort laughed. And got out of the car to try and let the cool breeze calm them down.

Roger dropped her home and just before she went in, pulled her in for a hug and whispered ‘I had a great time, see you soon’.

Reeling from the encounter, Hailey walked into her house and found her boyfriend waiting for her. ‘Wow, you look nice’ Mark said. Without another word, Hailey walked over to him and kissed him on the lips. Deeply and passionately. ‘Make love to me’ she said. Mark was too happy to oblige. She was wearing a green chiffon dress that fell to just above her knees. Mark pushed her to the wall, and started to lift her dress up. As he moved the breezy cloth up to her waist, he noticed she was wet. Mark knew she was a sensual woman and had sexual needs that were more than a regular woman. And he loved that about her. He went closer to her to take her smell in. She put her hands on his back and pulled him closer. By the time Mark and Hailey were spent, the sun was starting to rise.

Hailey hadn’t slept the whole night. She hugged her pillow tight to calm her heart beat. She had never been consumed by such desire for something she couldn’t have.

Roger went home that night and snuggled next to his girlfriend. He slept instantly. He dreamt that it was Hailey who was next to him, with her butt pushing into his groin and her breasts filling his hands. He had a hard on when he woke up and a sensation that something was missing. It came back to him when he was having a shower. The way she’d smiled at him, the way she’d laughed at his jokes, and the way her nipples were hard and straining against her dress.

The next day both of them left town. They remembered the promise of last night, but they tried to put it behind them. Hailey went on to study at another university. Roger went to another country with a job.

A few years later, Hailey traveled to the city Roger was in. She knew Roger worked there even though they barely kept in touch in all that time they were apart. They had moved on with their lives. And were comfortable in their relationships.

Hailey messaged him, asking if he wanted to catch up. They got to chatting and arranged to meet. They met for dinner at a restaurant. Hailey was wearing a knee length dress that said ‘I want to dress sexy but not provocatively’. It hugged her figure and had a neckline that ended just about her cleavage. Roger wore a button down shirt and jeans with black shoes. It had been too long. There was too much formality between them. Roger suggested they order a bottle of wine. They started sipping on it. And soon the bottle was empty.

Roger hadn’t changed at all. If anything, he looked hotter with his gel-set hair and slight traces of worry lines on his forehead. Hailey had grown to be a sexy woman who had explored the beauty of intimacy between a man and a woman. Roger lived close by. After dinner, he invited her over for some more wine. Soon, they were standing in the balcony of Roger’s apartment. And exchanging stories over more wine. With each passing sip, they were standing an inch closer to each other.

And then suddenly, Roger puller her closer and swept her into his embrace. They didn’t let go of each other for what seemed like an eternity. When they did, Roger looked into her eyes and smiled. Hailey didn’t want to hold back any longer. ‘Kiss me’ innovia escort she said. ‘I intend to do much more’ he said.

Roger took her hand and walked her into the living room. He made her sit on the sofa. He got up to switch on the soft lights next to the sofa, turned on some music and drew the curtains of the balcony aside. He went to the kitchen bar and refilled the wine.

Hailey couldn’t wait for the kiss, but she waited, savouring each pang she felt to just let go and grab him. He came to the sofa and sat next to her. He lifted her off the cushion and made her sit on his lap sideways. He pulled her close to him and hugged her with one hand. He bent forward to kiss her on the neck. Hailey was sitting in a position where she couldn’t move much. She held on to his neck for balance. He slowly moved down to kiss the top of her breasts. He paused for a second as if to gauge her reaction. He could see her pushing her chest up towards him. He went closer and slid down. He could feel the shape through her dress. He put his lips on the dress and mouthed her nipple. She pulled him closer, thrusting his face into her body. He put his hand on the other breast and squeezed it lightly. ‘Let this moment last forever’ she thought. He took his hand away and placed it on her knee, just where her dress ended. He looked at her for permission, she could see the lust in his eyes. She flipped her head back and closed her eyes. He moved his hand up her dress slowly until he reached her satin thong. He could feel her soft mound and the wet thong. He slipped his finger inside the thong and gently caressed her. All the while, he wouldn’t stop looking into her eyes. Hailey felt the shyness that she hadn’t felt in years, return to her.

‘Can we switch the light off?’ she said.

‘No. I’ve waited too long for this, to let it happen in darkness,’ he said.

He continued to finger her until she could take it no longer. She stopped him just before she came. ‘I don’t want to do this alone’. She lifted herself off him and pushed him down, making him lie flat on the sofa. She started working on his shirt, one button at a time. She left the shirt open, falling to his sides. She climbed on top of him, pinning him in place with her knees on either side of him. She bent down to kiss his belly button. He pulled her up towards him. She kissed him on the lips, those lips she had wanted to touch all those years ago, those lips that were taunting her all evening, those lips that were finally hers today. She bit them lightly and whispered ‘I’ve never wanted anyone more’ in his ears.

She moved down to his belt, unbuckled him, and started to unzip his trousers. She could feel the bulge on his trousers. She pulled his pants and undies down and stared at his manhood. To see him lying there with just a shirt on, waiting for her, was more than she’d ever hoped to see. It was hard and thick and inviting. She bent closer to take in the smell and lightly licked him. He got harder. She took it in her hands and started to lick him and jerk him with her hand simultaneously. When he could not contain his moans any longer, she cooed ‘it’s time for us to go in’.

On the way to the bedroom, she pulled away his shirt. He stood at the entrance to the room, naked and blocking her way. ‘Take off your dress’ he said. He was dying to see what was beneath it. She lifted her dress off her body and threw it on the sofa. She stood there in her lace bra and thong. He pulled her closer and pressed into her thong. At that moment, the bed seemed too far away. She wanted him right there. She slid her thong aside and took him in. He pinned her to the wall with her knees around him. As he thrust into her, he could see the top of her breasts bouncing. He hadn’t seen anything sexier and as he reached behind to take her bra off, he knew this wasn’t going to be the last time he would feel her body.

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Clare had only joined the department a few months ago and to be honest, initially I didn’t pay that much attention. Don’t get me wrong, she’s a good looking woman, tall, slim and with a lovely narrow waist to offset a nice big pair of tits. She has a pretty face too, long light brown hair, blue eyes you could stare at all day and a cute upturn to her nose that adds a little something.

All said though, times are busy and with her being about twenty years younger than me, I suppose I placed her out of my league and out of my mind.

Oh, how things can change. Last night, after work the department went for a bit of a do, nothing special, just a few drinks at one of the local pubs.

Clare was a little late as she had gone to change from her work wear to something more casual, and was now in a figure hugging blue top and tight jeans, showing that lovely female form at its best, half a dozen small silver rings adorned her ears and one in the middle of her lower lip.

She looked good, really good and was sat across the table from me. We had the odd glance and a little flirting, you know the kind of thing, a knowing look, a slight innuendo, banter really, almost daring each other to go that little bit further. There was even a little footsie after she ‘accidentally’ brushed against my leg three or four times while looking me straight in the eye and smiling.

Later, as the evening progressed, people left, moved around, went to the loo or for a smoke and we eventually ended up sitting next to each other. We were both involved in different conversations, but would occasionally interject in each others and seemed to be on much the same wavelength. The flirting got bolder then and we were touching each other, not really sexually, just a light brush of the back of a hand against a thigh, a lingering touch of a finger against the small of the back as one of us would lean forward for a drink. Close to sexual I suppose, but not real close.

We continued our separate conversations, not once acknowledging each others touch, though we were both more than aware of what we were doing, and where our intentions lay.

As it got later, the boldness of alcohol started to take a step forward and we got a little braver, not just a touch on a thigh beşiktaş escort but a hand rested there, fingers lightly dancing. People were leaving now, one after the other, until it was only the two of us and a couple of unaware die-hards cuddling glasses.

I said something like “I’ll have to go soon, or the last train will leave and I’ll be stuck.”

“A shame.” she said.

And I said, “Yeah, an opportunity missed.”

She joked “We could always have a quickie in the toilets!”

We laughed together, but there was that look in her eye, a dare, ‘try me’ it said.

I looked around and realised we were completely unnoticed. I stood and took her hand, pulling her with me. She laughed, a giggle, and I laughed with her, pretending I was joking then, pulling her to me in a mock lovers embrace. We looked at each other, and both knew the joke was lame.

She kissed me, not much more than a peck to the corner of my mouth, then again, longer, three maybe four seconds. Just long enough for me to feel the softness of her mouth and a quick dart of the tip of her moist tongue.

A quick look to our bar companions ensured our safety. Hand in hand, with some urgency we passed through the doors into the ladies, sealing our fate.

The room was empty, five or six stalls all with doors wide, we moved quickly to the far end stall, pulling each other over that small threshold and slamming the door close behind us.

We kissed then properly for the first time, mouths open, tongues exploring, tasting. We were pressing tight together, hands exploring each other. I cupped her ass, squeezing and kneading it, pulling her to me so she could feel my hardness. She pushed, grinding against me.

I lifted her blouse to expose her firm, flat belly, then over her tits, kissing the soft white skin above her bra and the softness of her neck, drawing a moan of pleasure. I quickly open her bra and drew a hard nipple to my mouth, teasing it with my tongue.

Her hands were under my shirt, pulling at my clothes, touching my warm skin, opening my belt to reach inside. I moved my own hands down and we were racing to be the first to reach their prize.

My fingers dip under the flimsy material of what beşyol escort I later found to be a tiny black thong, just as I felt the tips of her fingers slip in against my cock, squeezing my hard shaft. I cupped my own hand over her pussy, my two middle fingers slid between the hot folds of her lips and into her slick nectar.

As she began to stroke my length, I slid my middle finger in to her causing her to gasp. She felt like warm silk as I pushed a second finger deep inside her wet pussy. My palm was pushed against her mound and I could feel that she had another piercing there.

I looked down and saw that she had a small silver bar through the hood over her clit. She smiled and joked “You’ll have to watch you don’t break your teeth on my jewellery.”

I squatted down, pulling her jeans with me and she pushed her pussy forward to meet my mouth. I pushed my tongue as far as I could, tasting her sweet nectar for the first time, then ran my tongue between her lips to lick her clit, flicking the metal bar against it and sucking it in. She let out a soft whining noise and grabbed the back of my head forcing my mouth on to her pussy as she came, her legs shaking.

I stood up and we kissed again, deep so she could taste herself on my lips. “Fuck me!” she said, and who was I to argue?

She turned away from me and bent over, placing her hands flat against the far wall and arched her back so her arse and pussy were open to me. Her pussy was glistening with her dripping juice and I could see her tight puckered hole throbbing.

Holding my cock I slide the head between her puffy lips, picking up her juice and making it slick. She wiggled her bum, beckoning me and I pushed forward sliding in to her, feeling the slight resistance of her tight pussy as it opened up for me. She pushed back quickly and I was fully in, my trimmed pubes tickling against her arse.

I pulled my cock back, so just the tip was still between her folds, and then thrust forward again, hard and deep making her cry out. Then again, and again, building my rhythm and making her gasp with each deep thrust.

I reach for her tits, cupping them in my hands, feeling their firmness and her large hard nipples in my palms. I squeezed them beykent escort hard as I continued to slide my cock in and out of her tight hot cunt.

She moved one hand from the wall, reaching down between her legs and I felt the tips of her fingers brush against my shaft as she rubbed her pussy, circling her clit, then onto her lips next to my cock, before returning to her hard little button.

She was panting and moaning with every thrust and pushing back against me so I went as deep as possible.

Her head was hanging down and her fingers were moving in quick tight circles over her clit as I squeezed her tits, tweaking her nipples.

I could feel that familiar tingling feeling building. I knew I wasn’t far off and told her I was going to cum. She shouted “Don’t stop, fuck me!”

I grabbed her hips tight, pulling her on to me as I thrust harder and faster in to her.

I could feel my balls tightening and forced myself to hold back as Clare shouted that she was cumming, almost screaming it out as her breath came in panted yelps.

Now I let my own orgasm go, thrusting as deep in to her as I could go and I felt my cock jump as my spunk exploded in to her. Her fingers wrapped around my sack and she pulled on my balls as they emptied pump after pump in to her pulsating tunnel, causing me to cry out with pleasure and relief.

As I loosened my grip on her hips and started to withdraw from her, she grabbed my hand and lifted her head saying “Stay in me for a bit longer.”

I slowly slid my cock back in to her and spread my hand on her smooth belly, holding her back against me, running my fingers down so I could cup her mound. She purred like the cat that had definitely got the cream and in a soft lazy voice said “That was nice, we will have to do that again some time.”

I agreed and kissed her neck, cupping one of her breasts, before gently sliding my now semi-hard cock from her sopping wet hole.

She turned around and sat on the toilet, leaning forward to catch a small string of cum hanging from the end of my cock, running her tongue under the ridge, before taking it back in to her mouth and swallowing.

I started to pull my pants and jeans up and as I straightened, Clare let go a stream of warm pee into the toilet. She smiled at me and opened her legs wider so I could watch her pissing, then said “Look forward to next time baby, we’ll have some real fun!”

I really can’t wait for next time, and I’ll be sure to tell you all about it. I’d have to agree, think its going to be real fun!

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Lindsay woke up to the screeching of her alarm. She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and glanced at the clock. Another fun-filled day shaping the minds of teenagers lay ahead of her. Everyone thought she was crazy for being a teacher. With her looks and her brains she could’ve done just about anything and been successful. But somewhere deep down inside she always wanted to teach; she also harbored a secret fantasy.

She called it the Van Halen fantasy. Ever since she saw that Hot for Teacher video she imagined herself in the place of those bikini-clad models, strutting away in front of hormonal teenagers. She would never sleep with a student, but she secretly yearned to have a steamy, secret affair with any one of the single (or married) dads that were in her school.

Lindsay knew it was possible. She saw the way they looked at her on parents’ night. She always dressed a little on the provocative side for that. Low-cut blouse and skirt that was probably a little too short, but showed off her perfectly tanned and toned legs. She immediately singled out the two or three hottest looking men in the room and give them a little extra attention. She would bend over in front of them, giving them a clear view of her perfect 36C breasts. After they would get an eyeful, she would turn away and pretend to drop something on the floor and bend over, giving them another view of her tight ass and tiny g-string panties. That was usually all it would take before she would notice them breathing heavy and trying to adjust their seats. Then Lindsay would continue with her parents’ night presentation as if nothing had happened.

And when she’d get home she would find her favorite vibrator and quickly slip it into her dripping pussy. She was as turned on as the men were and she would bring herself to a climax several times just thinking about what she had done, and wanted to do, to them. But there never really seemed to be the possibility of her fantasy coming true until this year. There was one dad in particular that seemed to come around acıbadem escort the school more often lately, and he was definitely someone that Lindsay would fuck: late-thirties, muscular, tan, and a firefighter! He was there to volunteer every Wednesday, and Lindsay realized as she crawled out of bed that this was Wednesday.

Lindsay hurried into a shower, being sure to shave all the right places, paying special attention to her already smooth pussy. She picked out a sexy, but still dress-code appropriate dress to wear. She was hoping to make an impression that would lead to a bit more than stares today.

The school day seemed to fly by with no sighting of her target. Then as if he read her mind, he showed up at her door after school.

“Excuse me, Miss Gibson”

The sound of a male voice startled her. Lindsay looked up to see HIM standing there.

“Yes?”

“Don’t know if you remember me but my name is Aaron and I volunteer here once a week. Is there anything that you need done?”

Is there anything I need done….ME…she thought to herself, but managed to say something along the lines of “no, but you can come in anyway”

Aaron walked into the room and over to where Lindsay was standing. She smiled at him and began to formulate he seduction plan as he sat in the chair next to her desk. Lindsay sat down directly in front of him and crossed her legs, her short dress sliding up as she did so.

“You don’t have to be so formal. Call me Lindsay,” she said as she noticed him staring at her leg. She thought to herself that this may not be as hard as she thought.

“Okay, Lindsay it is!” he said cheerfully. “I don’t believe you have my daughter, but I’ve seen you around school.” He managed to pull his eyes off her legs long enough to shoot Lindsay a smile.

“So have you liked what you’ve seen?” Lindsay figured there was no use beating around the bush. He already seemed interested.

“Um, uh…” he hesitated for a second, which was just long enough akbatı escort for Lindsay to lean forward pretend to reach for something just in front of him, giving him an ample view of her chest.

“Yes, yes I have liked what I’ve seen. You appear to be a very good teacher,” he finally said, his casual conversation belying the growing bulge Lindsay noticed in his crotch.

“Oh, thank you,” Lindsay replied. She rose from her seat and walked over to her door to close it. Thank heavens for doors with no windows that when locked from the inside they can’t be opened! Aaron’s eyes followed her and seemed to ask her what she was up to, but he stayed silent. Lindsay decided to go in for the kill.

“Have you ever seen that really old Van Halen video for Hot for Teacher?”

“Um, yeah, I think so,” Aaron replied.

“I love that video. Something about being so sexy and being watched,” Lindsay continued, walking slowly over to where Aaron sat. “Have you ever been hot for a teacher?”

“Yeah, I have,” he replied as their eyes locked.

“Are you hot for me?” Lindsay asked as she slid to her knees in front of him. She could see his erection trying to get out of his jeans and already knew the answer but wanted to hear it from him.

“You probably already know that I am,” he said breathlessly.

Lindsay kept his eyes locked in a stare while she reached up and unzipped his fly, releasing his rock hard cock. It was spectacular, at least 8 inches long and thick. He shaved too. Lindsay licked her lips and while still staring at him, took the full length of his hard cock into her mouth. He let out a loud moan and leaned his head back. Lindsay began slowly moving her mouth up and down his shaft, teasing the tip a little with her tongue each time before going back all the way down. She took his balls in her mouth next and sucked each one in turn, eliciting another moan from Aaron. He grabbed the back of her head and urged her to use her mouth to fuck him.

Lindsay was eager aksaray escort to please but really wanted to feel him inside of her. She pulled herself off his member and stood in front of him. She began to undress herself but Aaron pushed her hands away. He unbuttoned the front of her dress and pulled it slightly off her shoulders, exposing her braless breasts. He quickly took a nipple into his mouth, nibbling and sucking on it while kneading the other. It was Lindsay’s turn to moan as he devoured her breasts.

Slowly he opened her dress further to reveal her smooth, dripping pussy. She had gone pantiless today, and he moaned in appreciation. He planted a kiss on the outside and slowly ran his fingers through her wetness. She shuddered as his tongue found her clit and he ran it slowly back and forth across the engorged nub. Her legs started to go weak and she grabbed his shoulders to steady herself. She didn’t want to cum without him inside of her. She reluctantly pushed him back into the chair.

“I want to fuck you,” she said, breathlessly.

She no sooner had the words out of her mouth and she was straddling him, poising her dripping pussy over his rock hard member. Their eyes met again as she lowered herself onto him. She sank slowly, enjoying the feel of him. She paused when he was all the way in, leaning in to give him a long, deep kiss. As she did this, Lindsay rocked her hips slightly, causing them both to moan into each other’s mouths. Aaron grabbed her hips and controlled her movement, slow and steady back and forth. Then he raised her up slightly and began ramming his hips upward, both of them watching his cock slam in and out of her. He reached down and began rubbing her clit, making her moan with delight. Lindsay could feel her orgasm building from deep inside of her, and Aaron began thrusting harder, nearing his release. Suddenly they both tensed and cried out at the same time, their climaxes taking over, sweat pouring out of them, Aaron pounding her dripping pussy until they finally collapsed into each other.

They shared another passionate kiss as they came down from their orgasm. Lindsay finally got up from him and they looked at each other for a long moment.

“So, still hot for teacher?” she asked with a smile.

“Most definitely,” he replied, his cock stirring once again.

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Before proceeding to part 5, I reproduce below the closing lines of part 4:

‘They are very pretty,’ jiju remarked, ‘No wonder Shamit and Amit wanted to fuck them.’

‘I wouldn’t mind sticking my cock in their cunts either,’ jijaji said, ‘Mohan, what says you?’

‘So would I,’ jiju laughed.

‘You will,’ Sarit giggled, ‘Our husbands have sent them especially for you both. They said, “when our respected brothers in law can give us one virgin each to deflower, the least we can do is to give them the choots of Basanti and Shanti in return” or something to that effect.’

‘Really, but what about them, will they agree?’ Jiju asked.

‘Of course they will cooperate. They love a good screw,’ I laughed, ‘but you will have to wait till our men arrive.’

‘Don’t worry, we can wait,’ jiju laughed.

‘Enough about us,’ I said, ‘Didi, where are the virgins?’

NOW PART 5

‘Wait a minute,’ Madhu didi laughed and rang the call bell.

Couple of minutes later a young eighteen-year-old girl from Nepal entered the room. She was not exactly pretty but had a sexy air about her. She was very fair, about 5 feet 2″ tall and slim with small but firm breasts.

‘Ma’am, you rang?’ she said.

‘Yes Kanchi. These are our sisters, Adi and Sarit, they will be staying here with their husbands and those there are their maids, Basanti and Shanti. Take the maids to the kitchen, give them tea and show them to your room. They can also sleep there.’

‘Yes ma’am,’ she said and greeted us politely.

‘Tell Tulsi to bring tea for us here,’ Rashmi didi ordered.

‘As you wish ma’am,’ she said and went out taking our maids with her.

‘I have seen that girl before,’ I said, ‘but I can’t recall where?’

‘You must have seen her at our wedding,’ Sarit said, ‘She was Rashmi didi’s maid.’

‘Oh yes, You are right, I place her now,’ I said, ‘Does she know why she is here?’

‘Yes, she knows that she is going to be deflowered,’ Rashmi didi smiled, ‘but she thinks that Abhi is going to do it.’

‘Jijaji? How did she get that impression?’ Sarit asked, surprised.

‘It is a long story,’ Rashmi didi said.

‘Please didi, tell us,’ Sarit pleaded.

‘Not now, perhaps later, first meet Tulsi,’ Madhu didi said, ‘she should be here in a moment.’

Just then we heard a pleasant voice call out, ‘Madam, please open the door, both my hands are full?’

‘That must be Tulsi bringing our tea,’ Madhu didi said, ‘Adi, open the door.’

When I opened the door, for a moment, I was stunned. Tulsi was gorgeous. She was easily the prettiest woman in the room. She was about the same age as Kanchi but looked younger. She had big innocent eyes and her long black hair, knitted into two plats, reached her hips. There was not an ounce of fat on her body. Her curves were of the right size and at the right places. If her shapely boobs had been one size smaller than they were, she would have been a favorite at the “Miss Universe” contest.

Madhu didi introduced us and told her that our husbands would be joining us tomorrow. She greeted us respectfully and after serving tea left.

‘Madhu didi, she is gorgeous, when did you get her?’ I asked.

‘I sacked my old maid few days after your wedding,’ Madhu didi replied, ‘all she did was complain about her aches and pains and watch TV.’

‘How did you find her?’ I queried.

‘Two days after I had dismissed my old maid, a neighbor sent her. I did not want to employ her as she had no or little experience in looking after children,’ Madhu didi explained, ‘but your jiju insisted, “How will she gain experience if no one will give her a job,” he reasoned. I think the main reason was her pretty face and village fresh choot.’

‘Didi, she is so pretty, I hope our husbands don’t quarrel over her “village fresh choot” as you put it,’ Sarit giggled.

‘It won’t help because Tulsi will only surrender her virginity to Shamit,’ Madhu didi clarified.

‘Why Shamit and not Amit, she has not met either of them?’ Sarit asked with a tinge of jealousy.

‘There is a story behind this too,’ Madhu didi chuckled.

‘WOW! Another story, tell us,’ I said, excitedly.

‘I will but first let us listen to; why Kanchi expects to lose her cherry to Abhi,’ Madhu didi suggested.

‘A week after we returned home from your wedding, I noticed that Abhi’s eyes followed Kanchi whenever she was in the room,’ Rashmi didi started to narrate her story.

‘What is with you men,’ I said to Abhi, one night when we were in bed, ‘the moment you see a girl with a fair complexion your laurda (cock) gets hard?’

‘It is not that my dear,’ he replied, ‘it is not her fair skin that attracts me but her tight kori choot (virgin cunt) and secondly I have never fucked a girl from Nepal.’

‘You want to fuck her?’ I asked directly.

‘Yes desperately,’ he replied, placing my hand on his erection. ‘See how hard I am just talking about her.’

‘Go ahead and fuck her,’ I said, taking the bull by the horns, ‘I am not stopping you.’

‘You üsküdar escort are not?’ Abhi replied, hugging me, ‘Didn’t I always say that you are the best wife in the universe?’

‘Stop buttering me, you rascal,’ I chuckled, ‘but under one condition.’

‘OH! OH! A condition,’ Abhi said, ‘I should have known that there will be a string attached. All right what is it?’

‘I want to watch when you deflower her,’ I told Abhi.

‘Of course you can watch,’ Abhi said laughing, ‘you can even sell tickets to your friends if you like.’

‘No thanks,’ I told him, ‘I don’t want you to fuck my friends next.’

‘It wouldn’t be a bad idea, some of them are real beauties,’ Abhi said, getting on top of me, ‘Oh girls, what a night it was?’

‘Hai didi, kahin jijaji ne Kanchi ko chod tau nahin diya? (Gosh didi, I hope jijaji has not fucked Kanchi already?)’ Sarit exclaimed.

‘Don’t worry he has not,’ Rashmi didi replied with confidence, ‘Kanchi is still a virgin.’

‘Next day, when I returned from work,’ jijaji said, taking up the narration, ‘Kanchi was in the kitchen washing up.’

‘Kanchi, I am home, how about a cup of tea?’ I said, putting my arms round her waist and kissing her on her cheek.

‘Oh shaab (Sahib or Sir) please don’t, ma’am might see us,’ she whispered, extricating her self from my grip.

‘Where is she?’ I asked.

‘In her bedroom,’ Kanchi said.

‘Okay, bring the tea there,’ I told her.

In the room, I told Rashmi what had taken place. ‘Hmm, she neither got angry nor did she scream but warned you of my presence,’ Rashmi repeated thoughtfully, ‘Do you know what that means?’

‘Yes,’ I laughed, ‘it means that you will soon be selling tickets to your friends for our private sex show.’

‘I think so too,’ Rashmi giggled.

‘Darling, from tomorrow I don’t want you to be home when I return from work,’ I said.

‘Where shall I go?’ Rashmi asked.

‘I don’t care, do what you like, go shopping or visit Madhu, but stay out of here,’ I suggested.

‘Quite a tempting proposition, I hope Mohan will also be home by then,’ she giggled.

Next day, when I got home I asked Kanchi where Rashmi was. She told me that she had gone out. Immediately, I embraced her and kissed her cheeks.

‘Oh shaab, please don’t,’ she protested, but made no move free herself or to stop me.

After kissing her several times I said, ‘I will be in the sitting room, bring the tea there.’

After serving the tea she waited till I had taken a sip. ‘Shaab, chai theek hai? (Sir, is the tea okay?)’

‘First class! Thank you,’ I replied and started to read the morning papers. I suppose, I could have taken more liberties, but not wanting to scare her off, decided to take things slowly.

For the next few days I remained with just kissing her on the cheek but on the fourth day I kissed her on her lips. ‘Oh shaab, you shouldn’t do that,’ she protested, blushing sweetly.

I just laughed and went to the living room to wait for my cup of tea. As usual she waited for me to take the first sip. ‘Shaab, chai theek hai? (Sir, is the tea okay?)’ she asked, as she did everyday.

‘Hmmm, it is too sweet,’ I asked, ‘how much sugar have you put?’

‘One spoon only, like everyday,’ she replied with a puzzled frown.

‘Hmm,’ I said smacking my lips, ‘then it must be the sweetness of your lips.’

‘OH!’ she said blushing and ran into the kitchen. I followed her and hugging her said, ‘Kanchi let me taste your sweet lips again,’ and kissed her tenderly.

At first she did not respond but a few moments later, when she did, it turned into a real french kiss. I pushed my tongue into her mouth and sucked her lips.

When the kiss broke, we both were gasping for breath. ‘Kissing on the lips is nice isn’t it?’ I asked.

‘Oh y…hes,’ she replied, blushing and lowering her eyes.

Kissing became our regular routine. We kissed, whenever we saw the opportunity, even if Rashmi was at home. My next target was her tits. I had a plan but did not find the right opening. Therefore one night I told Rashmi my plan.

‘Don’t worry lover boy,’ she chuckled, ‘I will do the needful. You will have her tits tomorrow.’

Next day when Kanchi served my tea I said, ‘Kanchi, bring some more milk, the tea is very strong.’

‘There is no milk. I don’t know how but it has turned sour,’ Kanchi replied.

‘Tau kya hua, tu apna doodh daal deti (How does that matter, you could have put your milk),’ I suggested, staring at her boobs.

‘Apna doodh? (My milk?)’ she said puzzled but when the coin dropped, she giggled, ‘Aap mazaak kar rahe hain, mere doodh nahin ata (You are joking, I have no milk).’

‘Let me see,’ I said pulling her on to my lap.

‘Oh please let me go,’ she begged but did not make any effort to get up.

While kissing her tenderly I unbuttoned her blouse.

‘Oh shaab, please don’t,’ she said, as I pushed up her bra revealing a beautiful pair of boobs.

‘Kanchi, şerifali escort your boobs are very pretty,’ I said, squeezing them gently.

‘No, they are not, they are too small,’ Kanchi replied, making a face.

‘They may be small but believe me they are really pretty,’ I replied, kissing them.

‘Oh Shaab,’ she moaned loudly, as I sucked her hard pointed nipples.

She was really enjoying herself, her eyes were closed and her moans of pleasure got louder and louder. Slowly, I moved my hand to her choot and started to rub it from outside her sari.

‘Shaab, nahin (Sir, no),’ she moaned, catching my hand.

‘Karne de, tujhe achcha lagega (Let me, you will like it),’ I whispered.

Hesitatingly she loosened her grip and I recommenced rubbing her cunt. Few minutes later her hips started to move in fuck motion.

‘Oh shaab’ ‘Oh shaab’, she moaned repeatedly.

When I sensed that she was about to come, I quickly pushed my hand inside her sari. When she felt my fingers massaging her naked choot she moaned loudly, ‘OH SHAAB.’ I stopped only after she had come twice.

‘Was it nice?’ I asked.

‘Oh y…hes, oh y…hes,’ she panted.

‘Let me do it again,’ I said and shagged her one more time.

Couple of days later, when I had finished frigging her, I asked, ‘Kanchi, would like to experience a greater pleasure?’

‘Yes, very much,’ she replied eagerly.

‘Then you must get rid of these hair,’ I said, pulling her pubic hair lightly.

‘Why? What will you do?’ she asked, innocently.

‘I will lick your cunt,’ I told her, ‘you will love it.’

‘What! No, it is dirty,’ she replied.

‘Let me worry about that, you only think of the extreme pleasure in store for you,’ I laughed.

‘Can’t you do it like I am?’ she asked.

‘I can but you won’t enjoy it,’ I laughed, ‘The hair will keep getting into my nose and I will be sneezing half the time, interrupting your pleasure.’

She had no intention to let her hair spoil her pleasure. ‘How do I remove them? I have never done it before,’ she inquired.

‘I will shave them for you,’ I volunteered.

‘NO!’ she said loudly, thinking that she will have to undress before me but not realizing that I will see her choot, when I lick it, ‘I will shave it myself.’

‘No, you won’t. You could cut yourself,’ I replied, ‘Wait I have another solution.’ I gave her Rashmi’s hair removing cream and explained how to use it.

‘Okay, I will do it later,’ she confirmed.

The next day when I put my hand inside her sari I found her cunt soft like the butt a newborn baby and devoid of all hair.

That night I told Rashmi that tomorrow is F – Day. ‘What! So soon,’ she exclaimed.

‘Yes, tomorrow I am going to eat her pussy,’ I smiled.

‘And you think the session will end by your fucking her,’ Rashmi chuckled.

‘Normally it does, doesn’t it?’ I laughed. We then planned how Rashmi could witness the proceedings.

When I came home the next day, as per plan, Rashmi was waiting for me outside. I let myself in and went straight to the kitchen to divert Kanchi’s attention. Meanwhile Rashmi slipped in and stationed herself in our bathroom, leaving the door slightly ajar.

After ten minutes, I carried Kanchi into the room and laid her down on the bed and started to undress her. ‘STOP!’ she shouted, ‘why are you undressing me?’

‘How will I lick your cunt, if you are still wearing your clothes?’ I asked.

‘Aap mujhe chodoge? (You will fuck me?),’ she said, looking at me suspiciously.

‘Agar tu kahegi, tau tujhe chod bhi doonga (If you want, then I will fuck you also).’ I replied, releasing my erection from its confines.

‘No, I won’t let you fuck me,’ she said, staring at my erect cock, ‘I am scared of becoming pregnant.’

‘You won’t, I promise you,’ I assured her, ‘I will be careful.’

‘That is what Bahadur told Shama, but she still got pregnant,’ she said.

‘Who are these people, Shama and Bahadur?’ I asked.

‘Shama is my best friend in the village and Bahadur is a rogue. He is 50 years old, married with three grown up children,’ she said, ‘His daughter is married in the neighboring village and his two sons, also married, are in the army.’

‘What happened?’ I asked.

‘Bahadur fucked Shama, assuring her that he will take precautions and she won’t become pregnant, but she still did,’ Kanchi elaborated.

‘Tell me in detail,’ I said, seating her on my lap and kissing her lightly, hoping to find a clue as to how I could get between her legs.

This is what she told me:

‘One afternoon, two years ago, I saw Shama sneaking out of my neighbor, Bahadur’s house. I knew that she had no business being there because Bahadur’s wife would be working in the fields at this hour.’

‘I confronted her and asked her what she was doing in Bahadur’s house? At first she tried to evade my question but ultimately confessed that Bahadur was fucking her.’

‘How did you fall in this lecher’s trap?’ I asked because on several occasions Bahadur had tried to lure me to visit him.

‘Six months ago, my mother sent me to buy vegetables from his shop. Finding the shop empty, I went into the house. Bahadur was there, but drunk. He lured me inside and half an hour later when I left, I was no longer a virgin. Bahdur had raped me,’ Shama replied and started to cry.

‘Stop crying and tell me what happened next,’ I said, brusquely.

‘Few days later, Bahadur accosted me in the bazaar and asked me to go home with him,’ she continued.

‘Nahin (No),’ I told him, ‘tu mujhe phir chodega (you will fuck me again).’

‘Why not? You yourself said it was nice,’ Bahadur replied.

‘Yes I did but I don’t want to get pregnant,’ I told him.

‘I think you are already pregnant?’ he laughed.

‘Oh my God,’ I exclaimed, ‘How do you know?’

‘By the way you walk, but I can confirm it by looking at your choot,’ Bahadur said.

‘I was so scared that I believed him and accompanied him to his house. He asked me to take off my salwar (pajama part of ladies dress salwar – kameez) so that he could inspect my cunt.

First he looked then he poked his finger inside me and moved it in and out. It felt so good that I closed my eyes and before I realized, he had replaced his finger with his lund (cock) and started to fuck me.’

‘Frankly, as I was enjoying myself, I let him have his will. When he finished I said, ‘Oh Bahadur, why did you do it again, if I was not pregnant before, I will surely be now.’

‘No stupid, you won’t,’ Bahadur laughed and pointing to his cock added, ‘look.’

I saw his cock was covered with something made out of rubber. ‘What is it?’ I asked, bewildered.

‘It is a condom,’ he explained, ‘if I wear this, then all my seed will collect in it and none will go inside your choot. We can fuck without fear of any unpleasant consequences.’

‘Since then I visit him regularly. Kanchi, why don’t you also come with me? I tell you fucking is really very enjoyable, you will love it,’ Shama said, trying to persuade me to join her.

‘No thank you, I am fine as I am,’ I replied but added, ‘What you are doing is very dangerous, should something go wrong then your life will be ruined.’

‘No problem, I can also wear a condom,’ I said, hoping that she would agree.

‘Shaab, as luck may have it, two months later she became pregnant,’ Kanchi said, continuing with her story, ‘I asked Shama, how did this happen? You said his seed would never enter your choot.’

‘The damned condom tore,’ she said, crying.

At first she did not tell her parents but when her belly became big, she confessed. Her father complained to the village elders. They forced Bahadur to marry her. He didn’t mind but his wife did not like it. She treated her like a slave. Today, poor Shama is miserable slave with two children.’

‘Shaab, this is Shama’s story,’ Kanchi said, concluding it.

It was clear to me that Kanchi will not let me fuck her so I decided to at least get a look at her choot.

‘All right, if I promise not to fuck you then will you let me eat your pussy and give you the pleasure I had promised?’ I asked.

She thought for a moment, then nodded. ‘Yes, but first put that thing away,’ she said, pointing to my erection.

She undressed and lay down on the bed after I had put my cock back behind the zipper. ‘Oh shaab, it feels very nice,’ she moaned after I had licked her cunt for few minutes. Encouraged I licked harder and pressed her clit between my lips.

Her moans of ‘Oh shaab’ became louder and louder. Then suddenly her body arched and she shouted, ‘OH SHAAB, IT IS HEAVENLY. GO ON. DON’T STOP. OHH FASTER. H…YES. OHHH, I AM ABOUT TO CUM. GOD I AM THERE. OOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH,’ and fell back on the bed gasping for breath. I continued to lick and stopped only after she had cum two more times.

‘Did you enjoy it?’ I inquired.

‘Oh shaab, it was heavenly,’ she panted.

‘Kanchi, fucking will give you even more pleasure,’ I said, hoping she might agree.

‘I believe you. Shama also said the same,’ Kanchi replied, ‘Believe me, I also want to give you pleasure but I am scared. Oh, how I wish we could fuck without any fear of pregnancy.’

Suddenly I had an idea. I ran into the bathroom and returned with Rashmi’s birth control pills.

‘Here take them regularly, as directed on the label. These are hundred percent safe,’ I told her.

‘Are you sure?’ Kanchi asked.

‘Yes, madam takes them and she has not become pregnant.’ I said, hoping to convince her.

‘Okay, I believe you. I will take them. Should I insert it in my choot before or after we have done it?’ she asked innocently.

‘No silly,’ I laughed, ‘you take it orally. I suggest that you read the directions and follow them carefully. In one month you will be safe.’

‘What! We will have to wait for that long?’ she asked.

‘Yes, this is price we will have to pay for hundred percent safety,’ I replied.

‘Won’t ma’am miss the pills?’ she asked.

‘No, she doesn’t take them any more, as we are planning to have another baby,’ I told her.

At this point Rashmi didi picked up the thread of the story. ‘That night, when we were in bed, I sympathized with Abhi at his disappointment.’

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They got to the office and walked in. Rob was already waiting for them.

“Faith, could you run out the the store for some food for lunch? I have a feeling we won’t be leaving the office again until late as we have far too much work to do.”

“I guess so Rob,” she said shooting a questionable look in his direction,

“Thanks, here’s some money for you,” he added handing her a 50 dollar bill.

“What does everyone want?” She asked them curiously.

“Uhh Chinese. Whatever you want love” Rob told her.

“Okay I’ll be back shortly” she said and walked out of the door.

“So wife of mine,” Rob grinned, “Now Faith is out of the way for the next hour or so how do we fill our time?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I think I can think of a way” she said stripping down to just her bra and panties. Sporting a surprise she had just for him.

“Crotchless and front opening?” he laughed, “Good choice Lex,” he said as he licked his thumb and ran them over her nipples before lowering his head to blow on the damp patches.

“Oh god Rob, take me, have me anyway you want me.” She moaned. “Do to me what you will.”

With having Lex say that him he grinned, his fingers quickly teasing her warmed, dampened slit. She moaned in pleasure as he gently bit down on one of her nipples, sucking it into his moist mouth. He dipped a his middle finger into her wanton sex and started to caress her clit with his thumb. He wanted to love her and allow her to love him in return.

“Oh Rob, its been too long since its just been the two of us like this. Take me please make me full”

“I don’t think so Lexy baby, not yet. I want you to scream my name before I penetrate you.”

She panted, as she felt him add three fingers and his tongue now to the mix. He sucked on her swollen clit. “Oh god I’m cumming Rob. “she screamed as her first orgasm of the day rolled over her. Her head rolled back and she felt like she couldn’t breathe. It took all of her energy. She didn’t have much time to think before he started to ravish her once again. This time a much different way, so different it might have even been a first for them.

He lifted her onto his desk so she was sat up on it, legs splayed, he pulled her onto the edge and stuck his cock straight in, lifting her up,

“Pump me baby,” he moaned and she started to writhe around on him.

He pounded her into oblivion she couldn’t even think besides anything but the sensation of his hard cock slamming into her tight pussy.

He slammed her into the office wall and continued his assault,

“God Lex, you feel so good baby,” he groaned, his knees about to buckle.

“Ahhhh……Rob……oooooo” she moaned. She couldn’t form words. She felt her cunt start to contract as another orgasm over took her.

She was still riding out her orgasm when she felt something protrude her ass.

“What the hell Rob?” she gasped as she felt fingers slide into her ass. She opened her eyes and was stunned by what she saw. Faith.

“Faith? When did you get back?” She said then moaned as another finger slid into her ass.

“Ive been here about five minutes Lex, I was getting rather horny watching Rob slam you and needed to get in on the action.”

“Faith go in the bottom drawer of my filing cabinet. Go pick out a butt plug for Lex” Rob ordered her as he pounded Lex one last time as he climaxed. She clutched down and milked her husbands cock for all its worth.

Faith gulped and disappeared, feeling rather jealous of Rob and Lex’s liaison.

When she returned Lex was on all fours with her ass in the air while Rob lubed her ass up preparing it for the intrusion.

“Oh that’s a good one” Rob said. “That’s the biggest we have, Lex hasn’t tried this one yet,” he grinned as Faith passed it to him. “Now strip!” he ordered Faith.

“What?” she asked him.

“You will learn how to be a slave today, and the first thing you need to learn is to obey your master and mistress” he ordered. “Strip right now or face your punishment.”

She started to quiver at the tone of his voice. She was starting to resent him, she wanted Lex.

“Hurry up slave” Lex ordered. “You’ll be the one putting this in my ass.”

Faith gulped as she stripped and walked over to Lex, taking the plug back off Rob. She slowly pushed it in and started to wriggle it around. She jumped as she felt her pussy lips being spread and a wet tongue enter her.

“Concentrate on me slut, fill my ass” Lex ordered. “You do what your master and mistress want, not what you want or what’s being done to you”

Faith nodded like the subservient she was supposed to be and quietly slid a finger into Lex’s dripping cunt whilst fucking her arse with the plug.

“OK Faith enough with Lexy, kneel down and suck your masters cock,”

She felt her stomach turn, she didn’t want Rob. She knew that Lex had turned her.

“No Rob,” Lex said, “Let her continue, just a little more and then how about we both do you?”

“No she needs to learn to do what is told. and I want my dick sucked now. If you sancaktepe escort still want some action I will lay down and you can sit on my face my lovely wife,”

Lex groaned as she was on the verge of cumming again. Faith fingers in her pussy were like heaven. She even managed to rub her swollen clit, causing little pulses throughout her whole cunt.

Faith groaned because as much as she wanted to feel turned on, Rob doing her was leaving her feeling numb. She knew she had to obey and reluctantly pulled away from Lex and forced her mouth open, taking Rob inside.

“Come here baby” Rob told Lex. “I’ll finish you off,”

“No Rob,” she grinned, “I’m gonna do Faith,”

“She has to earn her pleasures Lex. Do you need to go through lessons as well? You’ve never slipped so bad,”

“Whatever Rob,” she submitted and made herself available for Robs pleasures.

Rob pulled her down to him so he was staring up at her dripping wet sex. He hadn’t even touched her but she felt vibrations in her asshole.

“Damn plug,” she cursed as Rob licked her slit, suckling on her.

“Come for me Lexy, drip into my mouth,” he asked.

He moaned at the pleasure Faith is giving him down below and the moaning vibrated onto Lex’s swollen clit making her cum on contact.

“Oh God yea Rob,” she moaned as Rob felt his balls swell.

“Ready Faith?” he asked just before he shot his load into her mouth.

Faith gagged and spit some of his semen onto his penis.

“Jesus Rob!” she coughed, “Are you trying to drown me?”

“Lick it all up slut, clean my cock off”

“Rob, stop being such a demanding bastard,” Lex interjected as she scooped up some of his semen and licked it off her fingers

“Lex we talked about this lesson and agreed on it. What is your problem?”

She shot him a hard stare and gripped his balls in the vice she lovingly referred to as her hand.

“I’m the boss now Rob, comply with my will.”

“We’ll talk about this later wifey.” he laughed shaking his head as he felt a slight pain in his sac as she was squeezing his balls with all the strength was left in her.

He yelped and Lex smirked, “You aren’t always the boss Rob”

“Faith shall we play with him? Make him the slave?”

“Sounds like a plan to me Lex, what ya have in mind?”

“Well go get that box on top of the filing cabinet. We’ll use some things in there”

She went to retrieve the box and grinned when she opened the lid, “Oh Rob what have you let yourself in for?”

“This isn’t what we planned at all Lex” he moaned.

“Nope it isn’t but it’s sure gonna be fun.”

“I learn from seeing Rob, so please act out the part of the slave for me and I will learn and next time it’s all me”

He didn’t have chance to reply as she whipped out a pair of cuffs and cuffed him to the desk,

“Lex come on baby, you don’t really want to do this do you?”

“Yes yes I do” she grinned evily as she started to strip the clothes off his back.

“So Faith, what shall we do to him?” Lex moaned as she felt Faith’s hand on her ass playing with the plug that rested in her ass.

“Well Lex I think that the first pleasure point is going to be his sack suck em in a roll em around,” she grinned.

“You two do know you will be punished for this right?” he moaned trying to get lose from the cuffs.

“Does it look like we care Rob?”

“You’ll just have to find somewhere to sleep tonight then Lex” he threatened.

“She’ll live with me, no worries” Faith kissed Lex. “I’d love to have her.”

She pushed Lex to the floor in front of Rob and they started to make out, just out of his reach, “She’s a much better lay than you Rob,” Lex smirked, teasing him.

“I know my husband very well Faith, the best torture is watching us go at it without able to touch us or himself.”

“Sounds good Lex,” she replied as her hand dipped into Lex’s soaking wet pussy whilst she watched to look on Rob’s face.

“Oh God please don’t do this to me” he begged.

“Should we ball gag him?” asked Lex.

“Sounds like a great idea” she said adding a forth finger deep into her opening.

“Oh god, we’ll do that later, I need you to fuck me hard right now.”

The whole fist slipped in easily and she started to pump hard, both grinned at his rock hard penis, so swollen and engorged it looked like it was going to rip open.

“Oh God girls, please I have a problem” he gestured towards his ever swollen cock.

“We will Rob, in due time” Faith said and blew him a kiss before turning back to Lex. Their lips clashed together in a frenzy as Faiths fist left Lex, she rolled Lex’s nipples in between her thumb and forefinger before Lex pushed her onto her back, ready to pleasure her.

“You ready for the biggest, longest most intense orgasm of your life?”

“With you Lex? Of course baby.”

“Ok here” Lex said as she reached into the box of toys and handed her silicone breast enhancers. “Put these on while I prep Rob”

“Ooh, ümraniye escort these feel nice Lex, where did you get them?” she said squeezing them.

“Literotica store, that’s where we got most of this” she said looking for the perfect thing for Rob. That’s when she saw it a penis gag. Now he’d know what they’ve gone through when he shoves his penis in the throats like there was no tomorrow.

“Look what you get to suck on while I suck on Faith.”

“No chance Lexy. if you think you are going to put tha….”

He couldn’t speak anymore as Lex plunged the falic object into his wide open mouth and placed the elastic strap behind his head.

“You suck Rob and you will like!” she ordered.

“So what about this amazing orgasm I’m supposed to have Lexy?”

“Cumming right up” she giggled once again diving back into the box.

“Lexy baby I am getting really horny here,” grinned as she oped her legs wide in front of Rob and sucked her index finger before plowing it right inside her dripped slit.

“I’m hurrying babe, gotta find the right thing.” She said looking but then “Ahh found it.” It was a double dildo so she could pound her ass and cunt at the same time.

“How do you feel about this inside you?”

“Looks interesting Lex baby, wanna give it a go?”

“I do are you ready?” She asked as she began to prepare her ass. Slipping some lube on her finger and running it around her ass before slipping it in up to the knuckle.

“Oh god Lexy that feels so good”

“I’m glad it does Faith baby,” she grinned at Rob, “Having fun there Rob?”

She leaned over and whispered in Faiths ear, “I’ll do you from behind, you suck Rob til he’s on the point and then pull off him, leave him gagging for more.”

“You are so evil” She suckled on her earlobe. “I love it”

“I love you Faith,” Lex whispered so low that only Faith could hear her. At those words she felt her pussy start to quiver. She didn’t say anything right then, but later on after Rob was gone she’d express to her just how she felt.

Faith got up and walked over to Rob, climbed up on top of the desk, sticking her ass in the air and opened herself up to pleasure from Lexy. “So you want to get off Rob? Want me to suck you off again?”

“Oh God do I ever,” he though but just nodded his head.

“Do you really want to get off Rob?” Faith said and leaned so far forward she almost fell off the table, her head neared his dick and she enclosed her mouth around the shaft.

He moaned through the penis gag, she kept sucking and pounding on his cock until he came just to the edge of orgasm and then she stopped, pulled off him and grinned, “We don’t want to spoil the party Rob but I am aching for you amazing wife.”

He moaned and trashed but to no avail, they would not let him release yet.

“So ready for that wonderful orgasm I promised you?” Lex asked but didn’t wait for an answer before she rammed the dildo into both her pussy and ass simultaneously.

“OH God Lexy, that is amazing,” Faith cried out as Lex slowly pulled the toy in and out of her openings. She rolled her head back and opened her mouth in pleasure, the pressure inside her building quickly. “Harder baby, pound me harder, make your husband yearn for this.”

“Faith I want you to yearn for this, this is all for you not for him!”

“I do Lex, oh God” she panted as Lex slowly pulled the anal dildo out slowly, leaving the pussy one still right up inside her, keeping it still. She reached for the remote on her nipple stimulator and cranked it up to full blast. “Lex I’m cumming, so help me God, I’m cumming!!!”

She started pumping Faith with the dildo once again, but slowly to keep her riding her orgasm for longer. She wanted to make it amazing for her, something that Rob never did. Faith’s orgasm was all consuming she felt weak all over and started to wobble at the sheer intensity of it.

“Oh God, I’m going to fall” she cried out as her legs did collapse from under her. Lex jumped up and caught her before she completely fell off the table and steadied her body so she could shift back onto the table. “That has to be the best orgasm in my entire life.” she panted as she regained her composure.

“I’m glad it was Faith,” she grinned, “Now it’s Rob’s turn for torturous delights.”

“Torturous?”

“Well, unless he’s never told me about it before, I think it’s time we showed him that women have rights as well as men and he’s going to play Mr Submissive for a change.”

“Oh evil. This could be so much fun.”

“So my Rob, are you fed up of sucking cock now?”

He nodded his head and she took the gag out of his mouth. “What the hell are you doing to me Lex? This was only supposed to be a bit of fun.”

“Well baby we are certainly having fun,” Lex winked at Faith

“Well I’m not so untie me and let’s go” he moaned getting impatient.

“Now you know how I feel Rob when you don’t listen to me. Right now I’m having fun making love with Faith, that’s right tuzla escort Rob, I said making love.”

“Faith you are fired, now get out of here.” He shouted.

“Now now Rob,” Lex smiled, “You do realize what I said don’t you? I’ve fallen for Faith, consider this the start of the divorce.”

“Oh absolutely not, you are mine Lexy, no one else’s we’ve talked about this before there is no way you can leave me. I can ruin you.” he said calmly yet sternly. “Now you are both my property either you stay here with me or else.”

“Or else what Rob? We can start over, you are tied to a chair…”

“You have no money Lex. You need me.”

“Oh that..” she laughed, “I emptied the safe in the office.”

“Anything I can do to talk you into staying with me Lexy? I do really love you”

“Love is just a word Rob and everyone knows actions speak louder than words ever can.”

“I’m sorry I will change, I know you love Faith, how about the three of us stay together?”

“Prove to us that you have changed Rob and we’ll think about it, wont we Faith?”

“Lex, I never actually said I didn’t want a cock in my life.”

“Well neither have I, but the question is is this the cock we want in our life?” Lex questioned as she walked towards Rob. “Hmm lets see him prove to us that your the one we want” She whispered seductively into his ear as she lowered herself onto his swollen cock. “Fuck me Rob, fuck me like you never have before.”

Faith got up and walked over to them, finally letting him free. He laid down onto the floor as Lex rode him well. Faith sank down onto his face, hovering her wet pussy a couple of inches from his face. “Lunch time Rob.”

It didn’t take long before his tongue plunged into her wet opening, he lifted his sore hands to her and opened her pussy wide to give his tongue a better access. She felt her juices flow out of her as he lapped her. She moaned in sync with Lex. She leant over and captured Lex’s lips with her own and kissed her deep.

A few minutes later the kiss broke and Faith spoke up. “I need Rob’s dick in me now” she moaned grabbing onto Lex’s tits. “Switch me?”

“How about he fucks you from behind and you eat me?”

Rob moaned at their dirty talk, he didn’t care who was going to do who…all he wanted was some pussy.

“I think I can handle this arrangement” Faith purred as she got off of Rob and he and Lex changed positions.

“So long as Rob doesn’t get ideas above his station,” Lex demanded of him, “Otherwise we’ll just tie him up and make him watch again.”

“I’ll be good, I promise but you can always do that again, I hated it but I have to admit it was really hot.” he said as he plunged himself hard into Faith.

“You damn tart,” Lex laughed then moaned loudly and arched her back as she felt Faith lightly licking her slit.

“Lexy,” Faith said as she sporadically licked her,

“Mnnnnn,” she answered biting her bottom lip,

“I love fucking you.”

“I love you fucking me” she moaned. Vibrations shot through her as Faith moaned as Rob made contact with her clit, which made her orgasm on the spot. She bit down onto Lexs clit making her scream in passion.

“Fuckkkkkkkkkkkk!” Both girls shouted as they fought their orgasms, Rob laughed.

“You do need me don’t you?”

Lex sighed and moaned. “We do need you Rob, oh God we do need you.”

“Good,” he grinned, “Who could ask for anything more, two hot women being into me.”

“This dom/sub thing is fun every now and then Rob but not all the time. we need to set boundaries” she started to explain then Faith began to play with the plug that still invaded her ass.

“Whoa,” she said as feeling took hold once again,

“You were saying Lexy?” Rob grinned.

“Oh god I don’t know.” she panted “Don’t stop playing with that Faith”

Both Faith and Rob grinned at one another, he stepped over to her and took her lips with his, eliciting a gentle moan from her lips, though all not taking her hand off of the plug protruding Lex’s ass.

“Faith, whatever you and Rob are doing, do not stop playing with that plug,” she gasped as Faith wriggled it some more.

“Eat me Rob,” Faith pleaded with him, feeling juices dripping from her sex.

Rob didn’t say a word just got on his knees and started to lap up her juices causing her to writhe with pleasure.

“Faith don’t forget about me” Lex moaned as she began to furiously rub her own clit.

“I’ll never forget you Lex,” she moaned as she moved the plug again, slowly and thoughtfully.

“Pound my ass Faith, prepare it for Rob” she grinded her hips into the plug that Faith held.

“You want Rob huh? Take him,” she said as she pulled the plug and pushed Rob away.

“Are you OK Faith?”

“Yeah fine” she lied. “She’s all ready for you Rob, fuck your wife” she said void of emotion and stood up walking to the other side of the room. She picked up her clothes and dressed before she walked out and left them alone

“So what I can fuck her but can’t fuck you?” He asked sitting there in shock.

“Apparently” she said. “I’ll be right back Rob, I have to talk to her before she leaves” she said and got up running towards the door, totally naked out of the door.

She didn’t have to go far to find her, there she sat at her desk crying.

“Faith honey whats wrong?” Lex asked her putting her hand on her back rubbing it up and down comfortingly.

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Innocence

The sun, its warmth, the sound of ocean waves, the sand and the breeze all let me know I was nowhere near home. As I laid out in the heat and let my skin feel alive once again, I kept my eyes closed and thought about how much I needed this vacation. It was overdue and I mentally made a note not to let it happen again. I had let myself get so deep into work and career that I had come close to burning out.

My life at forty was going well by some standards, but it was also a bit of a mess. On the executive career track at the company, my MBA finally paying off, I was putting in long hours and had paid the price. Several prices actually. My marriage had flamed out when I found my husband cheating two years earlier and the divorce was bitter and costly. Making a lot more money than he did turned out to not be such an advantage after all. Paying him alimony was a constant thorn. I had tried to make time for him, but he never could adjust to my success and had taken to playing around with my money, while I was away on business. When he started playing around the neighbourhood, I was taken aside by an irate husband down the street and the jig was up. The thought that my ex was still having a rollicking good time off of my support, was something I just had to let go. It never seemed to let go. Never having time for children as I worked my way up the ladder, was another price I had paid. Well, at least I wasn’t paying child support as well.

At forty, I was still a “fine figure of a woman” as my last boyfriend had said. I had managed to maintain my slim figure with my still firm A-cup breasts. I had a conventionally pretty face and kept my hair short but neatly styled. My last boyfriend thought I was more like thirty in appearance, but he also wouldn’t put up with a girlfriend who was gone half the time and tired the other half. Why did the men seem to be able to run the world, have a life and still have energy? Because, I thought, they ran the world but the women did the work. At least it seemed that way at the company. All of my business ideas were taken into consideration, passed up and then came back as some guy’s idea that I had to implement. It was one of the costs of doing business. I paid the costs. I did try to work out at least twice a week, and always did so when on the road, as it kept me out of the bars and lounges, with their ever present lounge lizards ready to feed. Admittedly, on the road, I had on a few occasions let some guy seduce me, pretending to not know how they played the game. But that was only after the separation. The sex was all right, and on one very special occasion, an older gentleman showed me what a truly skilled lover can do for a woman.

Slow, rhythmic and sultry thrusts, steady and continuous, for what seemed like hours had given me more deep orgasms than I had believed possible. He had played me like I was a fine violin, effortlessly moving me from position to position, his older, poorly muscled body doing what no young lover had ever done for me. His “old man cock”, thick and not all that hard, was massaging in me, not unlike a large and soft toy. Occasionally applying more lube, as I couldn’t possibly stay wet for that amount of time, he masterfully gave my vagina a sexual feast, complete with hor’s deurves, several entrées and dessert. And when he finally shuddered and stiffened, his penis in to the hilt, his face a grimace almost of pain, he came in me and came, until I thought he was faking but it was real. As he finally withdrew his condom covered penis I could see more semen in it than I might normally see in a month. Ever the gentleman, he took care of it himself, discreetly covering it with some tissue, a quick toss in the waste basket and then kissed and caressed, spoke softly of pleasant things and cuddled as we both drifted off to sleep. Where did the men like this hide in my city?

I lay on the beach, my large towel under me, a bottle of water and sunscreen beside me and the sun above. I was in a two piece suit, but appropriate for my age. The older women at the resort, who liked their Wicked Weasels, seemed a bit, well, like they were trolling. It wasn’t specifically a “clothing optional” resort, but several women were tanning with their tops off. Apparently no one made a fuss. Maybe tomorrow, I thought. Today, I would just tan and chill. Footsteps in the sand and I came back. I opened my eyes to the glare of the sun and with my sunglasses helping I could see a couple walking by just below my feet. He was very tanned, like a man who lived in the sun. About mid fifties, grey hair, an enormous diamond on one hand flashing in the sun, and not all that fit, flabby actually. The woman was similarly tanned, her skin prematurely aged, and she had several sparklers flashing. She also had a tiny G string bottom, and no top. Her hips looked ridiculously large for her choice of bikini bottom and her large floppy pendulous breasts moved from side to side as she walked. She was not very attractive, even with the diamonds. The man gave me a long maltepe escort and studied look, slowing his gait as he went by. He raised his eye brows a bit and tilted his head. He obviously liked what he saw. I closed my eyes and waited while he walked away, feeling like I was on display. I was, but I didn’t appreciate his leer.

I had been at the resort for three days. The first day I was tired from travel and just rested by the pool. The resort nightlife didn’t appeal at all that night and I went to sleep early and alone. The second day, rested and ready, I had walked the beach in the morning letting my life slow to the rhythm of the waves. In the afternoon I went horseback riding at the resort stables and took in a guided ocean ride, letting the horse walk and trot in the water until I was soaked and laughing. Riding bareback in the waves, I could feel the power of the horse, its rigid spine working against my labia and clitoris. Without trying to attract attention I purposely let my body rock as the horse trotted through the ocean, and after several minutes felt an orgasm starting. Trying to maintain facial composure I let it take me and the continued motion of the horse under me brought on another, then a third. God, what was I doing? Thankfully the ocean water had already soaked my shorts so at least my gush of fluids was not apparent. The guide gave me a special smile and I realized that he must have noticed. Then I also realized he had probably seen this daily. No wonder the ocean rides were so popular with women. I wondered how many riders of my gender all hot and bothered from the ride had continued to ride with the guide. None of my business, I thought. What happens on vacation…

That evening, I dressed in a casual sun dress, low heeled sandals and went to the nightclub to let my hair down. I danced, checked out the guys and let several bring me a complimentary drink and considered having a casual sex session. Most of the people there were couples but there were also enough singles to make for a marketplace. I enjoyed the posturing, the flirting and the music. Several times I watched as a woman would flash a breast and the flashing got better as the night and the free alcohol progressed. It seemed like everyone there was in a sexy mood, and I felt myself get caught in it. A couple of young women there were kind of playing a game of truth or dare. As the night went on, the dares became more and more risqué. Flashing breasts gave way to serious dirty dancing and flashes of panties. Most of the men were glued to the show, even if some of the women were unhappy that they were. A young man asked me to dance. As soon as we were on the floor, his hands went to my ass and he held me tight to grind his bulging tented pants to my pubic area. With several drinks on board and with the location, I actually ground back. He beamed at me thinking he just might have a score for the night. I wasn’t sure so I just let it continue. He had noticed I was by myself and asked me to sit at his table. I thought, why not, it was part of the entertainment. There were several others there, all younger than me and he seemed the only one unattached. We chatted, laughed, danced and drank. The truth or dare show continued and it became obvious that the two young women had removed their panties. They were getting less and less inhibited and were clutching themselves and rubbing each other, laughing and carrying on as if this was routine. The guys at the table were wide eyed and thoroughly enjoying the performance. The girls made a few catty comments, then got into it and got up and did some dirty dancing as well. It all seemed like fun and even I tried a bit of it, giving the guy a quick drop of my sundress top to expose a bra enclosed breast, and giving him an “oops” childlike look. He smiled and danced behind me, rubbing up to my ass and holding one arm around my middle, let the other run up and down my thigh, finally lifting the dress bottom to flash my lacy ice blue panties.

Back at the table I let him put his hand on my knee and wondered how long he would take to move it closer to the object of his affection. It wasn’t long. As one of the now very drunk truth or dare girls was stroking her exposed vulva and the other dropped down to give her some quick oral, he moved up my thigh and under the dress, to run his fingers up and down my pussy. I let him, even to the point of putting my own hand down to move aside the panties. He tried to pretend we weren’t making out at the table and did reasonably well. With all eyes on the girl-girl oral show, he put a finger to my now very moist vagina and massaged. I held his hand, pushing it to me firmly and just watched the show. As the crowd cheered on the girls, he worked as well as he could and I felt a thrill and a chill go up my spine. His palm was massaging my hardening clit and I was sure that only a few minutes would produce an orgasm. Unfortunately, the oral show ended fairly quickly and both girls just raised pendik escort their arms and danced around each other. As faces turned back, he quickly moved his hand to my knee. Yes, I was going to get laid tonight and felt very good about it. It was only then that I asked him his name. “Phil,” he said.

“Kathy. Pleased to meet you, Phil.”

Another drink, a few more dances, each one more sexual than the last and the guy was almost shaking, he was so turned on. “My room or yours?” he asked his voice husky and urgent. “Mine” I answered. I was reasonably sure he had condoms, but I knew I did and my favourite lube was there as well.

He wasn’t able to keep his hands off me as we went up to my suite. I knew everyone at the nightclub was well aware of our intentions. So what? I was on vacation. The sex was a disaster. The guy, about mid twenties, not much taller than me, not very fit and with little knowledge of how to pleasure a woman, seemed so hopeless after the older gentleman lover. His idea of oral was to stick his tongue out and shake his head back and forth over my clit. Where did he learn that? He ignored my breasts, didn’t pay any attention to kissing or caressing and seemed bent on getting his rocks off and then getting out. His penis was average length I guessed but slim. It felt okay but nothing like the thicker penis that had pleasured me so well. Despite having a rock hard erection, he felt…..inadequate in me. He came quickly, long before I felt much and lay on his back, panting. After a few minutes, during which I felt cheated, he said, “Give me a few minutes and I’ll fuck you some more.” So romantic, this one, I thought. I realized he wanted me to deal with the condom so I tried to remove it sensually but he just slipped it off and tossed it aside.

“Suck me hard and I’ll really fuck you.”

‘As if’ was all I thought, but I got up, went to the bathroom and returned with a warm damp cloth to clean his semen from his penis. Somehow, I just couldn’t bring myself to suck it off of him.

I gave him oral, slowly and sensuously, as best I could, hoping that maybe he would learn something. After about ten minutes of this, he seemed impatient. His penis was almost fully erect and he obviously wanted to get back to fucking. I put a second condom on him and he asked me to “assume the position”. Knowing what it meant but irritated at his attitude, I did get on all fours and offered him my back way, after quickly applying a bit of lube to my vagina opening. He quickly started thrusting into me, slapping his hips against my cheeks. After about one half of a minute he was bucking at me like a high school kid.

“Fuck, this is good. Fuck, you have an ass!” With that he withdrew and put the head of his penis to my ass and pushed roughly. Damn, but this guy was a jerk! My ass didn’t take him of course, and it hurt.

“Stop, not like that”, was all I said and turned over. I was okay with anal, but not like this.

I was about to tell him how to do it properly when he said, “I thought all you older women loved it up the ass. What’s wrong with you?”

That was it. “Get out, right now.” I got up, went to the closet and put on my robe. He was still on the bed.

“Cock teasing bitch,” he muttered and got up, put on his pants and glared at me. “Fuck! My first older piece of ass and you turn out to be a fucking cock teasing cunt!” After several more outbursts of crude vindictive he left, leaving the door open. I closed and locked it, leaned back against it and tilted my head back against the door and let my breathing slow. It was absolutely the worst sexual experience I had ever had. I showered, and paying particular attention to washing away any trace of him from my unfulfilled pussy, I just seethed.

“Fucking little shit head” I muttered and got out of the shower. Masturbating was out of the question. I was too angry. I poured a drink from my supply and sat in the easy chair, wearing only the robe, put my feet up and picked up the TV remote.

I turned on the set, went to movies, adult movies and then the selection. It was extensive. I seldom watched porn but it seemed like a release. I picked a title and watched the usual array of porn offerings. Huge tits, amazing cock, blow, fuck and the requisite cream on her face. Gangbang with the girl drenched in cum. Two guys, one girl and the inevitable double entry scene. Two massive cocks, stretching both pussy and ass, the girl moaning in ecstatic pleasure. Two girls, one guy, who fucks like a machine on overdrive. The inevitable girl-girl scene with two women, in make up, serious hair and loads of jewellery, skanky clothes and high heels, who never seem to take off the heels. At least the women seem to be okay at giving each other oral. And finally, the two ended dildo scene with both women having endless orgasms.

Porn made, produced and directed by men, for the male audience. No wonder the guy I had kicked out earlier was so bad.

Two kaynarca escort drinks, more porn and I was finally ready to sleep. Almost mechanically I massaged my self to an orgasm and fell asleep. I awoke in the morning with a headache, vague memories of disturbing dreams and a renewed appreciation for decent lovers. Another quick shower, breakfast by the pool and now I was on the beach.

Knowing I was likely to run into the guy who was such a disappointment, I considered how to handle any negative comments. “You’re an immature jerk” seemed to work.

In the afternoon, I decided to get out of the resort and explore. The surrounding area was considered safe, if you weren’t looking for trouble and didn’t stay past sundown. I walked through a market, admiring the locally made crafts. A beautiful wrap caught my eye. I put it on and admired myself in a mirror. Only minor bargaining so as to not look too stupid and it was mine. The older teen girl at the table smiled and said, “It was made for you, Senorita.” I smiled back. Instead of putting it in a bag, I decided to wear it as a sash and walked away. Some more looking at jewellery, clothing, leather goods and I was ready to walk back to the resort. To my surprise, the table where I purchased the wrap was now being looked after by an older woman and the younger one was not there. As I walked out of the market, a hand took mine. It was the girl.

“My aunt was pleased at how much you paid, Senorita. She let me go early.” She smiled again and I smiled back, touched by her child like innocence. She walked with me and chatted about her aunt, how she worked at the table sometimes and what school was like. She looked to be about late teens but acted younger. She had a child like manner that made me think she might just be handicapped in some way. She was treating me like we were old friends, instead of strangers who just met. I chatted with her, wondering if it was appropriate to be walking her away from her aunt.

“You are a very nice girl, but don’t you think you should be getting back to your aunt?”

“No, Senorita, I can play now until I want to go home.” She had yet to let go of my hand and I felt like I was walking with a child of eight, not an older teenager.

“You are from the resort, Senorita? I have never been. It is for,” she paused, thinking of the word, “from away…”

“Tourists?” I offered.

“Si… you know.” She was really not mentally a teenager. That was obvious. “Can you show me the resort?” Her eyes beamed like a child on Christmas morning.

“Don’t you think we should ask your aunt? She will worry.”

“No, I come back later. She will know.” I thought ‘what harm then’ and we walked the distance to the resort chatting like school girls. She was very pretty, big bright eyes and a wonder about the world I almost hoped would never go away. Her hand was still clutching mine.

“What is your name,” I asked.

“Isabella, “she said.

“I’m Kathy.”

We walked around the resort and her eyes grew bigger. She had obviously never seen swimming pools, manicured lawns, gleaming bright buildings and resort staff in crisp white and red uniforms. “Your room, Senorita, which one is it?”

“Would you like to see it'” I asked, enjoying her banter and happiness.

“Oh…please, yes.” And we went to the room, her eyes registering a bit of confusion at the elevator. When the door opened and we were on a different floor, she clapped her hands. I opened my door and we went in, the room immaculate after the housekeeping staff had been through. She walked around, wide eyed at the room with a large bed, comfortable furniture and carpeting. “Senorita, you must be a princess.”

“No,” I laughed, “just another tourist.” There was bottled water on the desk and I opened a bottle and poured her a glass. She took it and sipped hesitantly, then smiled when she recognized water. There were many things here new to her. We continued to chat and I found it hard to picture an older teenager when she was so much younger inside. Her body was slim. Her hips were narrow but not childish. Her breasts were slightly bigger than mine and plainly not surrounded by a bra. They were firm and self-supporting, as if they were just swelling. She was wearing a simple skirt and a tee shirt that was partially covered by a traditional native vest. Her long black hair shone in the sunlight. She really was a beautiful young woman, an older teen going on eight. I wondered what her life would be like.

“Are you hungry at all,” I asked.

She looked around and said, “yes, but there is no kitchen.”

I gave a little laugh and said,” That isn’t a problem. We can just call for some food.” She looked sceptical but nodded. I got out the room service menu and asked, “How about some dinner.” It was about five in the afternoon.

“But what is there here?” she asked. I gave her the menu but it was quickly apparent she couldn’t read it.

“How about some pizza?” I asked, thinking that would be a safe bet.

“What is pizza?” was the reply.

I smiled again and said, “You will like it.” I called and ordered the pizza, some salad and a bottle of chilled white wine for me and milk for her. When the food arrived she was ecstatic. She liked the pizza and was hungry, eating most of it while I had some salad and sipped the wine.

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I came home from work covered in dirt and running late. Between work, school, my ladies and keeping up with the guys, I was swamped. One little thing could ruin the schedule for the whole day. Today wasn’t bad, but the last job we had ended up taking us longer than we thought and now I was running late for my gaming session. I threw my stuff down by the door and hurried upstairs to take a shower.

I stripped my shirt and undershirt off on my way up the stairs and half walked and half hopped my way into the bedroom as I was untying my boots. I threw everything in the hamper and sprayed my boots with odor killer and put those in the closet.

“Hey there, sexy,” Ashley said from our bed. She was reading a book.

“Hey, sweets,” I said, giving her a quick kiss. “Sorry I’m running late.”

“Aw. And here you are all naked. And smelling horrible. Go shower, stinky,” she said, swatting my ass with her book. I shook it a couple of times and ran off.

I hurried through my shower, skipping the shave that I desperately needed. It could wait until tomorrow. I dried myself off with a towel and wrapped the towel around my waist, heading back into the bedroom. Ashley was still reading her book as I rummaged through my drawer and pulled out socks and a pair of boxer briefs. I sat down on the bed to put on my socks and Ashley wrapped her arms around my neck.

“Are you sure you can’t stay home tonight?”

“Yes, I’m sure. We’ve already rescheduled this session three times because of work and school and everything else.” I turned my head and gave her a kiss. “This weekend, I promise the three of us will spend some time together as a family. No getting together with the guys, no school, no work.”

“You’re damn right, we are,” Ashley said, squeezing me tight. “It’s been a while since we’ve done anything together.”

“I know. This weekend, we’ll have some fun.”

“Oo. What’s this I’m hearing about fun,” Becca said as she walked into the room. She sat down next to me on the bed. “Are we having fun tonight? What are we doing?”

“Not tonight,” I said. “I’m gaming tonight, but this weekend, we’ll do something fun. How about you two make a list of things you want to do and we’ll see how many we can check off this weekend.”

Ashley kozyatağı escort kissed my cheek and slowly moved her lips up to my ear. I was about to say something when Becca kissed me. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say they had this planned. Oh, wait. I did know better.

“Hold on,” I managed to say between kisses. “I have somewhere to go, remember?”

They both stopped and looked at me and then at each other. “So,” Ashley said. “You’re trying to get out of the two of us giving you a blowjob together so that you can go hang out with the guys?”

“Well, when you put it that way,” I said.

Ashley pulled me back on the bed as Becca untucked my towel, letting my erection loose so that it could grow to full size. She wrapped her hand around it as Ashley pushed me all the way down and crawled the length of my body, kissing down my stomach. The two of them kissed each other and Ashley’s hand joined Becca’s on my shaft, their hands slowly moving up and down. I couldn’t help but moan and I felt my abs contract.

Ashley licked by from belly up the top of my shaft while Becca started at my balls and moved up, both tongues swirling around the head of my dick and I thought I was going to pass out. They kissed again around my dickhead and my hips came up off the bed.

Ashley took the head in her mouth and sucked, bobbing up and down just a little as Becca licked back down to my balls and sucked on one and then the other. She dragged her nails up and down the insides of my thighs, lifting each ball with her tongue.

Ashley let go of my shaft and pushed her mouth further onto my dick, eventually going as far as she could, leaving about an inch out of her mouth. She took a deep breath through her nose and pushed down further, taking the whole length into her mouth and throat. I heard Becca gasp over my own gasp and Ashley came up off of my dick sucking in air. Saliva trailed from her mouth to my shaft, Becca leaning up to lick the free spit off. They kissed again and Ashley crawled off of me and knelt on the floor next to Becca.

Becca took me in her mouth this time, Ashley kissing along Becca’s shoulder before crawling between my legs and facing küçükyalı escort Becca, licking and sucking on Becca’s large breasts as Becca took my length in her mouth easily, moving up and down swiftly. Becca moaned around my shaft and I pushed deeper into her mouth, making her moan again.

Ashley came up from under Becca’s breasts and they put their mouths on the sides of my shaft, moving their lips up and down as my hips bucked. I grabbed their heads, twisting my fingers in their hair, holding them against my rigid shaft, their hands going to my balls, fondling and tugging on them.

“I love these balls,” Becca said, pulling away from my shaft and taking one of my balls in her mouth, her tongue rough against the sensitive skin.

“Me too,” Ashley said. “He always keeps them nice and shaved for us.” She took the other one in her mouth, sucking on it and tugging it away from my body. Their hands found each other on my dick and stroked it quickly up and down. All I could do was groan and hope this never ended.

Becca released my ball from her mouth and looked at Ashley. “I bet I know what he’d like,” she said. “He wants to fuck my tits.”

Ashley nodded and moved over to our nightstand and pulled out a bottle of flavored lube, strawberry I think. She came back with it and squirted some onto her hands and liberally lubed up my dick before Becca wrapped her amazingly soft breasts around it and moved up and down. I sat up, leaning on my arms, just to watch. They took turns licking my cockhead as it cleared the top of Becca’s cleavage.

Now, I have no idea why, but my favorite type of sex has always been titfucking. Not that I hate every other kind, but that was the top of my list. I pulled myself away from Becca, partly to rearrange us and partly to keep from exploding all over her before I wanted to. I grabbed Becca under the arms and laid her down on the bed, climbing up and straddling her chest. Ashley straddled Becca’s stomach and leaned around me, wrapping Becca’s tits around my dick, allowing me to thrust as hard as I want. Ashley bit into my shoulder, causing me to reach up and grab her head, holding her teeth against my skin.

This went on for mutlu kent escort what felt like hours, even though it was only a few minutes. Becca’s hands replaced Ashley’s as Ashley moved down to kiss Becca and slurp at my dickhead. I felt my balls tighten and pull against my body, telling me that the time was near. I closed my eyes and focused on the pleasure. Ashley could tell I was getting close. Closing my eyes was a good sign.

“Tell me when you’re going to cum,” she said. All I could do was nod and keep thrusting. It didn’t take long, knowing Ashley was waiting for it.

A couple of minutes later, I managed to grunt out the word “Now.” Ashley pulled my dick free and pushed her mouth onto me, moving up and down quickly. The sudden change of sensation did it and I burst into her mouth, my breath catching in my throat, almost causing me to teeter over backwards. Ashley took my entire load in her mouth, one hand on my shaft, the other on my balls.

Once I had emptied into her mouth, I climbed off of Becca and sat on the bed next to her, my cock still twitching slightly in the aftermath. Ashley smiled at me and leaned over Becca’s face, Becca opening her mouth. From where I was sitting, I had a great view of Ashley opening her mouth and letting my cum drip from her tongue onto Becca’s, the two of them finally coming together and moving my cum back and forth as they kissed, each eventually swallowing half of my load. We all sat and smiled at each other, the silence broken as my cell phone rang from the dressed. I dropped my head to my chest and the two of them told me to answer it.

I got up and saw Josh’s name on my Caller ID. “Hello?”

“Hey, dude. You aren’t canceling on us again are you?”

“No,” I said. “I just got home a little late and then something came up.” Becca and Ashley stifled their giggles. “I’m getting dressed and I’ll be out the door in five minutes.”

“Well, hurry up,” Josh said. “Or Luke’s going to eat all the wings. We got wings and pizza.”

“Sweet. Be there in a few.” I hung up and went back over to the bed to kiss both of my ladies lovingly. “Now, if you don’t mind…”

“Go on,” Ashley said. “We have a list to work on.” Becca laughed and they snuggled up together.

I shook my head and went to the bathroom to wipe off the lube. I got dressed quickly, grabbed my gaming bag and headed for the door, stopping long enough to kiss Ashley and Becca again.

“See you tonight,” I said as I reached for the door.

“We’ll wait up,” Becca said with a smirk.

I closed the door and headed for car. Tonight would be an interesting night.

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